Ashes of displacement
I grew in the soil of a forest fire
From the minute my seed fell
I was the disgraced one,
Cursed to grow within the ashes
Of something meant to last a lifetime.
Now standing among my peers
I am lost.
My branches not quite right
and my trunk the worst you’ll ever see,
Im forever misplaced,
no forest dark enough to hold
the weight of my roots
Or handle the rage within the sap
Seeping through the cracks.
I will forever just be the hollow tree
misplaced in a forest of dreams,
The one that had to grow looking to
A light that burned away long ago.
Copyright © Wyatt Siemers | Year Posted 2024
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