Impatient hopeful tired
The limbs of the tree of life
Weigh heavy upon my soul
Often breaking off
Crushing the fences I build
To fend off the world
Only to expose the rawness
Guarded so carefully
Now with open wounds
Shall I leave these things given
Utilized spent exhausted
And appreciated
Off and on to the next
Circumstance given
To devour as food
Hoping for growth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.