I have not written much poetry since I was in my late teens, but I’ve been inspired to share more of it with you. Thanks to my good friend, Kristian!
I have admit, I’m a little nervous about sharing poetry with you, I’m not sure why…I’ve opened up about the darkness that has tried to consume me. The grief I still deal with, and will continue to deal with for the rest of my life. The anger I feel at myself for not stopping my rapist (I totally get I shouldn’t be angry with myself, but I can’t help it. I’m so incredibly angry at myself, because I should have seen it coming!)
Anyway, I’ve bared my soul with you, without any doubt or fear, so why is it that poetry has me shaking in my shoes, or in this case, flip flops?
Still, I’m going to face this fear and press that publish button, and hope that with time my poetry will only grow better.
My Buckeye Tree
Your branches aren’t as full as they once were
Your age is starting to show
Still proudly you stand before me
Your beauty for me to bestow
Many hours I’ve spent sitting beneath you
My buckeye tree,
Confiding in you secrets,
That others dare not see
Your branches have heard my laughter
As I swung from your limbs as a child
Now, it seems all you hear are my sobs
As my “wild streak” has grown mild.
Your leaves, while not that plenty
Still provide me with shade from the blistering sun
So let me sit beneath them
My daily duties, finally done
I’ve grown quite fondly of you
In awe of everything you’ve given me
Such as the colors of your leaves right now
Showing us how beautiful letting go can be