Heather

A lone tree, within a forest of others

Confusion in the leaves that shelter you

Anger within the roots that hold you steady

Lies that keep you growing

Believing that the wind causes you to shake

But you tremble on your own

Believing that others cause the holes in your bark

But you rip them out of yourself

Nothing dares touch your quivering limbs

Or takes shelter under your sparse leaves

No trees grow within your reach

Or sway towards you in the wind

Love has tried to help you grow

To bring more leaves to your branches

To cut down the broken bark

And find the beautiful core underneath

Yet you resist the futile attempts

Your bark too rough

Your roots too deep

The leaves too sparse

So you will remain

A lone tree, in the forest of others

With anger in your roots

And the Lies that keep you growing