Jun 20, 20211 min read

Baby Tree

I snapped.

Like an inflexible branch

in the chaos,

in the storm.

What was born?

Falling apart,

losing control

like a bird.

I broke a hundred times.

I broke into rubble-

feathers and wood chips.

Bones.

I survived.

What was born?

Maybe I'm flexible now.

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