The barren tree
Published in
Jun 2, 2024
Most days I’m a barren tree
With no beauty to behold
No shade to rely on
No fruits to count on
Just another sign of a season ending
A disappointing opener to the real show
Most days my branches can’t handle it
They wilt and cower in shame
Hiding behind piles of snow
Praying the weight will break them for good
They pray as the answer passes their way
They pray and the answer drifts away
Most days I’m not anything
But most days are not my everyday
And every day I’m a standing tree
My roots stubborn
My foundation solid
My soil hopeful
My wood sturdy
And I am living
By sheer will, I am living
