Branches

Branches

By: Ethan West

The brittle branch breaks

The frozen earth shakes

Speak not of this hurt

It's but a miserable cry

I stop for a moment and wonder

When was thought so gentle placed in thunder?

I take my hand to steal a dewdrop

My tear, from grass where fallen, I lie

I lift up my heart

And continue to start

My hand slides along a new branch

And with a gentle sigh

I lift myself onto my new way

Through the broken earth begged me to stay.

I strive for the top with only one goal

One branch that would break on high

Author's Note

This is one of an additional 3 poems from my book that I'm releasing exclusively to the writerscafe community. Thank you guys so much for all your support and enjoy these three poems! Any feedback is greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

Nice use of words which results in a good piece of poetry..... Well done!
You might want to make a correction or two in this beautiful poem...
"I take my hand my hand to steal a dewdrop" .... Either you can omit 'my hand' as you have repeated or you can simply put a comma.....
Rest assured, it is a nicely penned down poem...

[ewest1220]

lol ya I messed that one up. It was a typo but it's fixed now :) I'm really thrilled you enjoyed it!

[AYVID N]

"I strive for the top with only one goal
One branch that would break on high"

- We must strive to rise from the ashes...very motivational.

Thanks for sharing!

[ewest1220]

Thanks for reading! :) I'm really thrilled you enjoyed my work!

[stellasautelle]

I love it :) very nicely written

[ewest1220]

Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!