Life is like a tree. You start out small, just trying to find your roots in rough soil.
Eventually, with time and rain and sun and love and patience, you grow to be a bigger and bigger tree.
Sometimes you flourish with fruits, flowers and leaves galore.
Other times, you wilt and dull and become less fruitful. But even in those moments, the birds will still come and sit in your branches.
Until one day, you shed your last leaf. You grow your last fruit. You extend your final root. And the circle of giving is over.
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoetryHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
