I Am The Tree

• Bronte Pitcher, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2017

It was an unlikely situation yet the likeliness occurred to me.
Becoming close with someone you could only hear about.
When I thought he was clear, he turned into a storm.
He fell for me, but I did not fall with him yet I picked him up from the ground.
His moment of devastation turned me to guilt.
He shattered my glass.
The fire within my soul, yearning to be released, is behind bars.
Many hours never to be seen again, spent with something so worthless
His feelings for me seemed so shallow yet so deep.
He expressed his love for me when he was taken into another land.
I could not understand what was going through his mind.
I tell him no, yet he says yes. He pumps yes through my veins.
When the drink tells him to confess, he listens.
What a mistake I made being so cunning to give him attention.
Why? I ask, why?
I was content with us as the leaves on his tree. I did not want to be part of his tree.