Erika M. Weinert
Oct 13, 20161 min
The sky cries as my heart aches.
Soon the wind will tear through trees
Splintering them,
Branches cracking,
Falling to the ground,
Where they will be tossed away,
Longing for that sense of belonging
They once had.
But did they really belong?
Would it be so easy to toss away
If the branch had really mattered?
Like yesterday's paper
Its file is archived with others like it,
Others whose time was up.
Understanding.
Acceptance.
But can I?
Can I understand the "why?"
Accept what's lost,
And move on,
Born again
On yet another tree
Where I will sit alone,
Outstretched for all to see
Yet no one will look?
Fighting for air
The waves crash
Against the tattered driftwood
That was once a woman.