the fight with a tree
ptsd ... and the fight with a tree
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Do not be angry at the tree,
for when its branch falls
on thee.
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But when I am hit,
struck violently,
so my axe does fall,
heavily,
straight through that fucking tree.
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Bulls strike Barrera;
that dark engulfing fence —
my red hands apuntillar.
They face me down,
I know, I never should be.
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I float off
damn that fight
and that lying Bodhisattva.
But I am not sorry for swearing.
I see the stumps miles below,
the cold space takes me;
if only I could have made peace,
a truce,
with a harmless honest tree.
About the Creator
Josh Clements
trying to write when my health allows. fatal bus crash survivor. spinal disability. adhd. ptsd.
scribbles with a tear and a smile 🥲
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Comments (1)
The final lines convey a sense of regret and longing for peace, with the speaker wishing they could have found a truce with the innocent tree, thank you very much for sharing, love your works, hope to read more, subscribed.