the wise tree
by jason franklin
Steamy memories of the past bring back chocolate kisses of the summer sun,
The waves healed my skin as the sun warmed my emotional cuts,
She knew,
She cried,
She left,
I knew it was wrong but the stop sign was not visible,
As I lay reminiscing the times of guilt I grow,
I grow like a tree,
A tree that learns and withstands times of wind, rain, and fire,
Sleep all day,
Think all night,
Leaves fall and seasons change,
Other elements of the year are met greeting me with smiles and joy,
With destruction and pain so prevalent,
One day the pain will turn to past,
And the past will vanish,
I forget the times of grief I once went through,
That is life,
The agony cuts like a knife,
The memories are attached like a stripe,
“Am I hurt in the end?”
Feeling wore off and so did my attention,
I’m neither dead nor hospitalized and I’m still breathing,
I learned,
I lived,
But time did not leave the memories,
The waves healed my skin as the sun warmed my emotional cuts,
She knew,
She cried,
She left,
I knew it was wrong but the stop sign was not visible,
As I lay reminiscing the times of guilt I grow,
I grow like a tree,
A tree that learns and withstands times of wind, rain, and fire,
Sleep all day,
Think all night,
Leaves fall and seasons change,
Other elements of the year are met greeting me with smiles and joy,
With destruction and pain so prevalent,
One day the pain will turn to past,
And the past will vanish,
I forget the times of grief I once went through,
That is life,
The agony cuts like a knife,
The memories are attached like a stripe,
“Am I hurt in the end?”
Feeling wore off and so did my attention,
I’m neither dead nor hospitalized and I’m still breathing,
I learned,
I lived,
But time did not leave the memories,
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