Thursday, May 5, 2016

Sapling

She was lost,
and she didn't know what she felt anymore.
She was both happy and sad at the same time.
It was the most frustratingly confusing mix of emotions.
It was as if too much was happening all at once
and her mind couldn't handle it.
The changes were approaching too rapidly,
And there was no foreseeable way to stop them.
Not that she necessarily wanted to stop them.
Just slow the approach down a little.

She compared herself to the trees of the forests.
A small sapling is pliable and easily bent
but she felt like the old, weathered tree.
Beaten by the storms of life
and as this potentially big storm approached,
she couldn't help but wonder
if she'd come out on the other side
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-Cynic Ninja