To be like tree, letting go of me
Fighting to drop off the dead parts but they cling like sap
Dripping slowing down and attracting insects that feed off it
While anguish flows in the veins up through the root
Can’t live without it even though it gives life to the pain
To be like tree, fighting to be me
Trying medication then switch to mediation
Breathing in the sweet air of understanding
Swaying easily with the wind
Bleeding out the sores that cover
To be like tree,
be like tree,
like tree…
I am tree.
My Daily Ransom 