Climbing

Vines that bind

tendrils reaching

knots will find

more knots beseeching

Held bound with 

the heft of stone

never lonely

nor alone

Possession sure

and never ending

is no cure

for what I'm feeling.

Tree of trees 

stands tall and sure

but stands so stoic

grand and pure

ever watchful

guarding me.

Climb the vines

up to the tree

see the world

the other side

find the passion

that is mine.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if we bind our passion and exploration in knots of fear for what may come...we possess nothing except that fear...but if we climb that tree to see the other side from our world...we may find the passion that has been a seed in us all along...

[Botania]

Do you read me like a book? Must write pages yet discovered. Haha. Thank you Jacob. Btw, you seem to know me better than myself. Charmed here.