Realities stack on top of each other
warning me of my feeble head
Fed by the system of mistakes
I try to hold on to another identity
to hold me together for a while again
Imagine
leaves stuck in stillness
somewhere between green
and the wilt of a brown
so much so that the moment you touch it
you feel it crackle into nothingness
So you don’t
But what you don’t realise is that you’re one destruction away
for another leaf to give you the hope of the green
Until the brown reappears
and you have to start all over again
to fill this tree of life
Wow. I love your life as a tree in poetry. I could feel the tumble and repeat. Evocative.
-Neru
Thank you Neru. Means a lot!
Each day is a new beginning. Each moment a new opportunity.
Very true!
The ups and downs of life, the cycles. Beautifully written.
Thanks Joni 🖤