To Be a Tree
More often then I’d wish; Strength is a scare to muster up… Swallowing gulps of pride, I must admit; I’ve done it again… Another human experience, another broken dream leaving my soul soaked in regrets. Full of shame; how I wish without effort I could be a better person. Longing for perfection, there is no trade within sins… In time I will be freed of them.
~It is at my fault that we experience this great pain. With all of my inescapable humanity, apologies;
for I am a volcano longing to be a tree.
© 2018 Christa Canady