For My Current Self
Baobab Tree
I think of my heart
As a baobab tree
It is thick and heavy
Storing all of my love, hate and fear
Deep inside its core
Conserving it
For when the drought comes.
It flowers and falls apart
In just 24 hours
Leaving a circle of
Trampled flowers
By its roots
Crushed by the sheer exhaustion
Of knowing that they never had a chance.
But still
this baobab tree
carries on.
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Wandering Minds
Ficción General"I wonder as I wander, out under the sky..." A compilation of short poems and stories that I don't know where else to put.
