Living Tree - Poem

Standing alone in these woods, I am the tree,

Strong, tall but vegetated in my own body,

As everything I'm experiencing is happening to me,

While, silently screaming, I just react to the stimuli.

Firm, I am the tree in the bustling forest,

Stuck in a cycle of being acted on and reacting,

Obeyingly I do what I'm told to,

My treacherous roots too securely planted for escape,

For breaking free,

For living, not being alive.

Seasons pass as I stand in the same old forest,

What seems to be pride being conveyed by my mighty, erect posture,

My roots forcing me up to hide my doubts.

Sceptical that this is living I just remain static, 

Whilst, guiltless, my environment continues to change me,

Undressing and dressing me like a barbie doll.

A climbing frame for tomorrow's today, in the well used forest,

Wise, I come to the realisation,

Making my bark covered branches shake with joy,

This hollow frame doesn't need new roots,

Just to be filled with new life to revive it,

New life to make this one worth living.

And when this old forest is no longer enough,

My graceful leaves will gently go where the wind takes them,

Resuscitated by the gust of fresh air,

And with these old roots and branches to keep me company,

I will relocate, reroot and revitalise my body,

And despite the scars left by wind, rain and lightening I will keep living.

I am the tree but I'm also it's leaves,

Adjustable, travelling, always inqusitive.

With the breeze to carry me I will find somewhere new,

Somewhere to break out of this continuous and tiring cycle,

Somewhere to live, not just be alive, because it will be worth living.

I love writing poetry and I thought I'd try sharing it with all of you guys. Let me know what you think in the comments and feel free to comment with anything you've written. I'd love to read it!

-GirlUnEdited