The Life of a Tree

Your parents never took care of you.

And so you spend the rest of your adulthood

looking for somebody who

finally will.

You search for the affection.

You search for the hugs.

You search for the affirmations.

You search for the right kind of love.

In everyone that is wrong.

-

You cry for them.

You ride or

die

for them.

You tag along on the adventure.

The nightmare.

-

You don’t know where it is that you’re going.

You don’t think that there’s a path for you.

So you try to dig your own

within the roads of

somebody else.

-

You use rocks to track your steps.

But they all get lost in the wind.

You’re lost

when he leaves you

on the side of the road.

You stick your tongue out for the

arms of somebody new.

-

This time,

you plant sticks at every fork of the road.

Things don’t end so well with this one.

He sees [ you are ] planting sticks.

And fumes when he discovers

one of the sticks have been planted

on a road where he won’t go.

-

He leaves you.

[ You are ] broken.

[ You are ]

lost

deep inside.

No stability.

You are looking

for

[ a stick ]

to latch onto.

-

Because the ground beneath you

is constantly shaking.

You have no roots to ground you.

You have no

sticks left for the road.

You lost your pebbles on the way over.

You stick your heart out for somebody new.

-

Someone to

end the search

for the ground.

Someone to

plant a seed up inside you.

So that you finally

are a root.

And eventually,

You

turn into a tree

that somebody else can

latch onto.

-

Because that is what you are.

A root for somebody else.

A comfort zone

for somebody else.

And you are now

stuck to the ground

and you have no idea

where you are.

-

Lost.

While

others

finally feel

found

with you.