A Broken Family Tree

I am one of many

Small branches of a broken tree

Always looking to the ones above

For guidance, strength and security.

One little branch trying

To keep the others from breaking away

Who will fall?

And who will stay?

Now I stand alone

Looking at the earth through the rain

And I see the broken branches I knew

Scattered about me in pain.

There are those who have taken an axe

To the root of our very foundation

And who have passed this destruction

Down to every new generation.

If I could take that axe

I would toss it deep into the sea

Never to return again

To harm the generations that follow me.

I am one of many

But alone I will go

And plant the new seeds

Where a beautiful tree will grow.