Tree of Life and Living it
'Tis your right to mourn the loss
Of love and all it means
The water of the tears flow
My life cannot, should not be
But to run in the sunlight, for pure delight
A wounded heart will heal in time
The memory lost, love sealed inside
Truth be told.
My tree of life. I wanted to explore my connections with my family. Broken branches and all. For Mother Nature is so kind, she has developed a way to heal and grow again once more.
This picture is dedicated to #TreeTuesday with @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's bring out those trees!
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
and these are what my prayers look like;
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
"where does it hurt?"