My trembling twigs leaf through the foliage-
Looming wild eyes
Perched madly amongst my stems
Yet remain out of focus
Thudding rings faster than a gambler at a racetrack
This isn’t a game
No ones got a five on me
Instead of worrying of the blade
I've got a heavier dose of medicine
Ceasing to live up to my expectations
Lugging the ageless weight on my branches
Each cycle passes
Crescents, halves, slivers and madness
Groundhogs, harvests, bitter chills and fruition
I’m left stinging
Like the underbelly of a child
Who foreignly landed their first belly flop
My trunk left barren
As the Gobi dessert
Constantly at war with the fierce unpredictable, thunderous gusts
The pain inching its way down my roots
Like a bristly caterpillar
Thick as an ostrich egg
I try to calm my nerves
Tell myself that “time is on my side”
And all those delicious clichés
That keep my mind from “getting the best of me”
But it is no use
I feel as hollow as a life preserver after my victims last breathe
My legs lay motionless
Once giant pillars stabilizing my structure
Now lay crumbled after destructive blows to my foundation
My life line
Hacked at the limbs
Uprooted
Leaving nothing but the test of time to repeat its course on my decomposing body
Unknownst to the seedlings I have spread through the forest.
December 2008, Korea
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