Family Tree Poem by Bryan Corbett
Family Tree
roots gnarled
tangled and twisted
beneath the soil
ever reaching
water
branches crooked
wicked and lifted
up to the sky
ever beseeching
sun
Light
through dark depths
and vertigo heights
endless days
mendless nights
we seek to nourish
ourselves
from the past
and in the present
shameful roots
disgraceful heights
and, yet,
eventually, we all
hang
from our family tree
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