Bloom on the Inside

Weeping
My bark, dry
Soaks the tears
A blotter for future days
You’ll never know
Just what you do to me
My response
Powerful
I remain internal
Showing my hand
Was a mistake I won’t repeat

Thirsty
My roots, searching
Stretch out
Spreading and hungry
Always needing more
You don’t know me
The real me
I remain buried
Dark rich soil covering
All my inner parts

Reaching
My limbs, shriveled
Seek light
Growth truncated
Yet I lift
I rise, incremental
On the surface
You see what I let you see
Underneath it all
The whole me
Is mine alone
Tearing me up by my roots
Is the only way

Destroy me
To know me


tara caribou | ©2021

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