Therapy

by ♥-Sharon Ardern-♥   Jan 24, 2005


A river, a mountain, a tree
A blade, a problem, me.

Too many places to explore
Even if you know what your looking for

But I don’t think you do know
I think you’re just gonna let this grow

You’ll ask questions like you should
You’re not saving me, it’s doing no good

Every day more builds onto me
Another bitter branch for my tree

Let the branches simply spread
As they rot inside, and finally I end up dead.

© Copyright Sharon Ardern 2005

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  • 20 years ago

    by Marta

    i loved how you used this poem in a tree form, i fell in love with these two lines:
    A river, a mountain, a tree
    A blade, a problem, me.

    just heart jerking, and ah! i cant explain it, just soo good. i hope you never give up, stay strong :) xxxx

  • 20 years ago

    by Not Bulletproof

    dazlling <3, as always your work is incredible...you're such a big inspiration to me you know...I loved this one hun <3 and all your others too <3 xxxx

    -Mortalidaga
    xxTakeCarexx

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