It’s still not home

A bolt of lightning finally separates

My withering flowerless limb

From the trunk that is him

Now, I can do anything

But what is a branch torn

Lying on the forest floor

From a long dead apparatus

And what is next?

I want for the wind of the storm

To move me so far past this

But what would a lone branch do

Planted next to some cactuses


One thought on “It’s still not home

  1. Sometimes, it’s hard to separate ourselves, with the people we’d established that attachment to, because we are, enmeshed with the person, and that makes us, more vulnerable, to the love that may be wrong for us…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s