MT/AT-popcorn, fruit, nuts
Exercise-yoga, archery, riding, walk
People seem to wonder why im so tired all the time. Well maybe its because…
Im tired of the ugliness in the world and in the mirror too
Im tired of being broke and feeling so broken
Im tired of being called strong when all i feel is weak
Im tired of the weight on my shoulders and in other places too
Im tired of jumping through hoops while others run rings around me
Im tired of being used but im just so used to it
Im tired of arguing and fighting with my mind and other people
Im tired of not being good enough for the world or for myself
Im tired of being left out while wishing i could be left alone
Im tired of feeling like two different people living inside one body
The rain fell gently all over me, reminding me of the past. It felt cool on my dry faded skin. Then the sun came out from behind the clouds, drying me off. I felt the cold hard concrete holding me in place and a breeze gently passing me. All around me, others just like me, stood like cookie cutter statues all in a row. We all shared the same sadness and longing for home. A home we would never see again.
I tried not to think about my last day there but sometimes i could still hear the sound of the saw cutting through my body. Then that almighty crash as i fell to the ground, surrounded by my friends. I wondered if they had suffered a similar fate to me. I had reached out to those nearest to me when i felt the first blow. My life energy had surged from my roots and into theirs, passing along my strength to help them grow even stronger.
Now i could no longer feed from the earth that had surrounded my roots. I could never again soak up the rain or breathe in the air. My limbs had all been removed so i couldnt offer shade or a home for wildlife anymore. My bark had been stripped away, leaving my trunk exposed. I would no longer grow any closer to the sky. My only purpose now, was to serve as a place for things to be hung. A lifeless ghost of my former green glory. Never to bloom again.