Sustenance of the Presence

Deeply rooted in a bent back Strongly affirmed in a broken limb Vigorous strength in a hollow trunk Enthralled amongst heavy blasts of tempest winds Violent collision infiltrated the intricate tendons of my frame The mustard yellow intestinal walls began to peal, opening the bitter truth of my dismemberment Meanwhile, the skeletal structure that upheld my subsistence was in steady decomposition at the onslaught of the tornadic hurricane that swept across my rough black bark. As it whisked across my bough, I felt its brutal touch that left me bruised in agony My stout reddish brown demeanor was quickly fading, turning into shades of pale browns Unable to quickly bend to the winds desires, I was broken and as I saw a piece of myself fall to the earth I began to feel the submergence of the inevitability of my destiny to be engulfed by very ground on which I stood The surface of the dry dusty earth depicted a glimpse of the abysmal cave where my roots dwelled Underneath, the cracked soil could not uphold nor nourish my starving roots which left me in desperate agony, vulnerable to massive eruptions of brutality from the environmental disease from which I suffered As the winds increased their velocity, they summoned a downpour of torrential rains that threatened a total upheaval of myself At my wits end, I could not endure this suffering The constant beating had now created hollowness within my once sturdy trunk that dug into the rotting of my roots My main system of support was being cut off from me and I could not bear the reality of tumbling into my own grave Myself twisted in confusion, submerged itself deeply in more pain, tearing off my own limbs in fear of my need for survival Standing alone in the midst of apocalyptic annihilation I was consumed by the abhorred rhythmic sensation of my upheaval It mockingly danced within the distinct howling that screamed ghost like shrieks amongst my torn branches The winded voice of terror that echoed, sounded a loud thump and deep thud within my growing hollow existence As I gasped and moaned at every vibration The hollow gap within echoed a humming wave As I listened to myself I was deeply fascinated at the resounding melody that followed amidst destruction A melody that I created Surprisingly, the more the monstrous brute force tried to bully me into submission the smoother the melody began to harmonize within me I found myself being deeply hypnotized by this new energetic force, as it overwhelmed me with its sensational embrace Slowly, I began to gain strength, rebuilding by mental constitution, I became renewed to a new possible destiny, a future that would be birthed through a will to live Roaring against crashing cymbals Beating heart felt lub dubs Thrusting injections of medicinal poison upon my weakened breast I sunk a great ahhh Pulling upon every root fiber Willing myself into submission I dug myself in the soil of my anguish Ohhh, Ahhh The exclamation of perseverance and determination amongst an ouch from the sting of endurance pushed and pulled me into a greater force and momentum which submerged myself into the truth of the essence of my origination. Through the storm I firmly held on till I reached the eye Upon arrival, as I as slowly became surrounded by the soft silent space I heard a whisper unlike any other calling out, Quercus Velutina This was my name, a name I had long forgotten, as I no longer resembled or could recognize myself as Black Oak The resurfacing of my name amongst such quiet, lulled me into a curious trance As I plunged into the depths of my mind I dreamt of being planted beside still waters Dwelling within the touch of crisp air, I felt the tickle of cool being blown against the cluster of my deep bristle-tipped leaves I held the warmth of the sun radiating upon my limbs, angled towards the light I gripped the soft moisten soil with the tips of the tiny membranes of my roots I reached high with my tall, straight trunk to kiss the soft tender white clouds within the refreshing blue sky Finally, I knew, within my inner most being the sensation of being surrounded by an immense illuminated beauty which breathed upon me life Life that resurrected the intricate, intertwined fibers that constituted the creation of myself Suddenly, I awoke with a longing thirst and wrenched hunger I was still within the eye but that alone could no longer bring me peace I suffered from a new torment, a new born agony that was incomparable to the one before To envision myself anew, the sensational sights Voices of peace that summoned tranquil melodies The touch of the breath of fresh air Ahhh, this suffering of the obsession of my own imagination Was consuming my every being I writhed and twisted Frolicked and frowned With orgasmic pulses squirming down my spine The metamorphism of new growth occurred in the absence of my own recognition My lapse in the epiphany of the process of recreation was to the benefit of my transition As I was completely consumed in the prophecy of the presence of my future that encountered me, I was subsequently transformed into that which I had desired a reflection of the inner dwelling of my being I. Quercus Velutina, Black Oak was reborn Reformed into a greater glory, in the midst of my greatest storm