falling

This is a poem I once wrote when I was feeling down because of some personal difficulties. Full disclosure; it's not meant to cheer anyone up.

falling can be a bit of a dilemma

it requires that you stand tall

at first

strong and sure as a redwood

brilliant and noble

on an endless, lush landscape

sunshine feeding

branches spreading

the greenest of leaves

pure

beautiful

kissed by gods

adored from its deepest root

to the starry heights 

of its highest reaching branch

exit

these glorious days

enter the storm

at first cool drops;

caressing bark

feeding

needing

loving

until it soars to greater heights

far too soon

the rain is pouring

pounding

drowning every last root

until sopping branches collapse

broken

lost

leaving redwoods slumping

worthless husk glistening

dying

exit the storm

dry bark cracking

weathered

beaten...

falling.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we can become better from what hurts us...we learn, we get stronger...so they say...but if too many storms happen to us---after a while the resistance wears thin...and our hearts and souls start to droop---until they hit the ground...and bury themselves in the pain.

[Beccy]

Perhaps it is better to remain a little sapling; then again, if that is what our species did against the trials and tribulation along the way, there would little point to our existence.

This poem tells me you have come through.

Beccy.