Tight spaces not feeling free,
And the feeling of not knowing whats exactly to be.

Pulling me back and forward,
As Im an old, but reliable old tree with stable branches spread looking to learn,
Waiting patiently, courageously for when it's her turn.

This tree might lose leaves and a couple of flowers,
Dont worry, shell be better with some sun, and a few long showers.

Give it some time, as it begins to bloom, shell be full of her flowers and smiling real soon.
© Ashlee Binger 2020