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HOLLOWED STUMP, LEFT FOR THE DUMP
#IdentityShifts
Sometimes when you have started over so many damn times that your life feels like "Groundhog Day"; heart shattered & scattered and mind wasting landfill after final dump , you just want to be able to lay roots and grow instead of being this evacuated; "The Giving Tree that is chopped down, used, burnt, or left behind as a stump....
The bright, ball of fire in the sky slowly scalding my once shaded by my umbrella of leaves ( or beautiful flowers if I dare think so positively..) The LONELINESS & lostness feels as if to slowly, torturously swirl around inside my bark....
My age rings dizzily circling the wood wagon endlessly solocycloning seemingly destined to merely waste away into the rot that will inevitably be destined to rot like the sinkhole my freighbor's™ decapitated acorn beast disintegrated into.
Deadwood!
The decay of my soils are meant to produce an enriched soil to grow, nurture and nourish the garden...
Sometimes when you have started over so many damn times that your life feels like "Groundhog Day"; heart shattered & scattered and mind wasting landfill after final dump , you just want to be able to lay roots and grow instead of being this evacuated; "The Giving Tree that is chopped down, used, burnt, or left behind as a stump....
The bright, ball of fire in the sky slowly scalding my once shaded by my umbrella of leaves ( or beautiful flowers if I dare think so positively..) The LONELINESS & lostness feels as if to slowly, torturously swirl around inside my bark....
My age rings dizzily circling the wood wagon endlessly solocycloning seemingly destined to merely waste away into the rot that will inevitably be destined to rot like the sinkhole my freighbor's™ decapitated acorn beast disintegrated into.
Deadwood!
The decay of my soils are meant to produce an enriched soil to grow, nurture and nourish the garden...
