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April 21, 2016
I miss being a tree
when I was a tree, I stood strong felt comfortable in my skin
I could stand up tall and I never apologized for my the color of my leaves
I spread my branches letting them soak up all the sun they deserved
but I was cut down, stripped to nothing to serve somebody else’s needs
I can’t stand tall or love the color of my leaves, because that’s not even an option anymore
© Sarah M., Phoenix, AZ
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