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By Alexandra Cope
As I have nowhere to turn,
Not a single nested dark corner to hide,
As each false reaction surfaces...
I begin to abide by your laws.
So tried and true, each pattern leaves
Me turning to you.
Your laws are ever changing, yet stable.
So habitual are your patterns
All it takes is blind faith to fall
Into your arms,
Here I am, branches spread wide open.
Please, do what you will, reign unto me,
Your wisdom & foundation of faith.
So that I may blossom into the fruit
Only to fall into habitual changes, blind in the abyss
That barges in that very moment of fear.
I realize I am rotting, wilting, dying, shrinking into nothingness.
Now I am a seed, a sprout traversing the dark trenches with the worms.
No idea who is me.
Maybe one day, I'll be as solid as a tree.
#Unreal #Poetry #Nature #Love #Ode #Trees #Seeds
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