Oak

by MyHalozChokinMe   Dec 7, 2012


Overwhelmed by my stupidity,
I'm letting go of all
these illusions-

I've never accepted my own
frailty and knack for
making bad decisions-

I ponder the thick-barked
oak staying constant
through out the storms,
silent admiration for the
roots that soak in
emotions of all forms...

When the roots tap on Earth's
soiled skin, it contaminates
the sap that navigates within.

The rot, set deep, will
eventually seep.

The bark, still sleek will
keep the image smooth, dying
from the core but appearing
just the same as before...

(That oak is me.)

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh Halo. :( such pain through your words I just want to make a magic potion to make it all ok again.

    I can see that you are hurting very deeply but you still have to be this strong statue on the outside for others and for the world to see, yet inside all this poison is killing you and you feel unable to let it out.

    Just know that you are strong, so very strong and you will get through this, I know you will. xxxxxxx

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