The Tree of Life

A petal falls from the tree of life,
twisting and turning as it descends,
a page ripped ; the razor edge of a knife,
surrounded by nothing and everything within labors
to the twists and forks of the road to freedom.

Remorse and weep, recoiled and wasted,
shattered in the corner,my life broken,
the soft petal brushes the ground as is fated,
withering and weeping; time rushes by, a small token,
as my soul is ripped out, the last twist on the long road.

Metal rattles and clicks into place,
shaking loudly, I quieten my hand,
a deep breath and time stops, metal touches my face,
a tear rolls down my cheek, a soft splash as it lands,
“forgive me”, and the trigger snapped.

A thousand flaws, forgotten wrongs,
the soft petal, turned hard,
a child playing laughs as the petals crunch underfoot,
and then runs to its mother’s embrace with glee,
stroking her soft hair, another petal falls…….

The Tree of Life

Bellatorius

Slane, Ireland

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A poem about how life goes on no matter what and how the circle does not break.

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