“ Storms make oaks take deeper roots…”
this seems to be my theme lately.
How many days can the
ravaging winds lay claim upon my
arms before they are pulled off forever
my leaves already a distant memory
my stance continuously bracing.
Each gust, each thunderclap sends shivers down
my already shaken frame
the storm is not yet over BANG
another fallen sister claimed.
Can you hear me through the howling
the staccato of shivering teeth
are you humming your own mantras to keep
from losing those
deep roots you’ve already
put down, from other
storms you’ve survived
because I, need to see you
steady before I release
my own clenched fists.
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