Treetops Poem by Michael Arthur
Treetops
When little,
climbing trees was easy
as can be.
My body now changed by things that grew within me
I couldn't reach.
My skinny limbs aren't as strong,
no handholds
in knowing storms shall try
my dignity.
As forgiveness looks
for a firm grip.
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: forgiveness,storms
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