That Archaic Tree
Standing there lifeless
Beaten by time
Birds are no longer attracted to thee
Roots are no longer its backbone
Wishing the leaves would cover it
But they have fallen and withered away
That fragile tree
The rain has ignored him
Forsaken by the sun
An outcast to the wilderness
Waiting for its help to come
Help, that it once provided shade for
Standing there lifeless
Still waiting for a return
That lonely, abandoned, tired tree
Our elders
From the Poet:
As a teen, I had more of a love for drawing instead - writing was never interesting to me. In school, I had a particular assignment and that's when I wrote my first poem called "What Love is Like." A lot of my classmates liked the poem and in that moment, I thought, I may be good at this. Years later as many trials in my life began to unfold, I began writing more and more, and overtime my love for poetry grew. It became an outlet for me to be able to release all the emotions I was feeling.
Writing poetry has helped me cope with a tremendous amount of hurt and pain, and it has also helped me to express myself more. It's always my desire to convey positive messages to my readers. It is my goal to teach and spread God's Word through my poetry, so that people who stumble upon my work may find comfort and healing. There is power in words. I want people to be able to view my work and say, "She understands how I feel!" I believe my poems are rays of light, and so my poetry is a reflection of me.
