A Redmption Of The Self Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i stand there
there was a dark cloud of shame
above my head

the cloud is heavy
and it poured
dismay
i am drenched with
humiliation

i fell like i am a tree with
wilted leaves
that keep on falling to
the ground

until i become nothing
but twigs
mere fingers of the hands
skeletal to the sky

i do not have those roots
that keep me strong
but then there is always that
redemption

ally to the sun
shall i be when tomorrow comes
i grow my leaves again
spread my roots

deeper than the
hands of the rivers
to the cracks of the earth
where gold resides