Branches
Through the branches I climb
With scrapped knees and joyful giggles
The innocence
The ignorance
As my young body rose and conquered
I slipped, falling through the branches
Not able to grasp
To the blissful moments
Keeping me young.
The sudden responsibilities and blames to assume
add to the heavy years pushing
My bruised body that has been slammed to the ground
Yet I realize I am
Able
To climb despite the massive weight;
Strong
To carry the dreadful memories pull me down
As I fall through the branches I am
Able
To grasp
Onto my own strength and confidence
The previous experience of falling
Gave me the experience my body needed
To heal while I conquer
The branches
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