Amazing how
a tree rooted in the ground,
tentacled deep into soil––
can be excused for
yielding
to the strength of the storm.
Yet a person,
a human being,
feet barely above the dirt––
should feel burdened
to withstand
all the winds that life can bring,
and remain resilient to
the coming tempest.
About the Creator
Kate Minnow
Storyteller. Artist. Wanderer. Wino. Lover. Friend.
"Stories pervade our very humanity because they are one should speaking to a thousand in the most human way possible: through exerience."
Other pens: M.C. Thryne, Kaye Emmes, Emme C. Thryn
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