Trees can be replanted.
Buildings can be rebuilt.
Appetites will return.
And time will heal all wounds.
Yet, as I look at splinters of the fractured trees,
Their roots still in the ground.
Their trunks lying mangled by their side,
I can't help but to think about how some things -trees, history, and relationships -
Split for good,
and are never quite the same again.
Yet, despite the split,
I have hope that life goes on
And somehow, someway, it will all be okay.
Foundations can be rebuilt
Or foundations can be replaced.
Regardless, faith remains and hope endures.
04/23/23
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[ p o e t r y 2]
ПоэзияVolume II of my life's poetry work As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.
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