4/6/2023
why can I not just and just be
mind racing: thoughts a-flee
while deep in the forest, roots run free
gripping strong the red oak tree
roots run wild yet the tree stands tall
stoic, defiant, through it all
seasons change, leave turn and fall
(always) there when time comes to call
maybe I need to model my ways
after your example: stolid as days
weeks, years, as long as it takes
to be at peace, put my worries at bay
but as I sit today and try
knowing you're out there, towering high
all my fears running nigh
on my heels, a deafening cry
to be where I am, content and free
instead of caged up like a beast
can't sit, can't stand, can't hear, can't see
that's what it feels like to be me