Changeling

A Poem

Tammy Breitweiser
Oct 1 · 1 min read
Photo by Duncan Maloney on Unsplash

The child
Small with
Large blue eyes
Transformed to a tree

She fell
The rain washing
Her tears into
The newly formed
Creek.

Her carcass fell in a long chunk
Next to the trail
Loud and sharp
The lightning hit
Sparks

A train runs in the
Distance
Taking away
The roots.

And what else?
You are good at secrets
Whispers between the
Bark
Broken from the wear.

You are bad at
Living and loving

You miss the
Touch of
Humans that were never
Yours in the first place.

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