Branche s

Branches poke and hurt --

I.. fall

I see .stars... pass through my heart

on my descent

feeling ends of sticks catching comets-

pulling them out.

I crash through levels

of pain and branches -

knowledge pounding my senses.

Knowledge I ignored.

Ignorance is bliss.

 

 

Until the limb snaps.

That limb - the one

I so delicately stepped out on.

As my heart carefully

ventured out - stars intact

 

 

One sweeping breath of knowledge

shook my tree

I went .out on a limb -

my heart threw shyness

to the wind.

 

The frigid wind .of. realization

blew through my tree

and my shArp exhale sent

my self-confidence dancing.

 

Off to the comets -

off to the stars -

dancing on my tears

of rejection.

Branches poke and hurt -

I ... fall

I'm sure of my tree

but not Me.

Never Me.