Walks
Walking amongst the trees,
Talking to them as though they could fix me,
I should’ve known better than that,
But what can I say?
I’m hopeless to a fault.
I swear I heard them tell me it was alright,
Felt the ground shaking beneath my feet,
Cicadas drew my soul in closer,
Felt your roots digging deeper into me.
It hurt, more than anything before,
“This is healing” they comforted me,
“This doesn’t feel like healing”,
This feels like dying to different scenery.
I thought maybe there was a lesson to be learned,
They have always run for the trees,
They must have known something,
Maybe they knew less than I,
And I’m the fool for thinking otherwise.
Your sounds fill my ears,
If only they were loud enough to overpower my ego,
If only I were strong enough to overpower my ego,
Maybe things would be different.