I write so I can breathe. I am constantly evolving, mindless at times, frustrating even perhaps but heck, I wouldn't change the smell of freedom that comes with writing.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Like a Tree

Transfixed beside you
In a thought that hung
I stopped at the crossroad
beside you to belong

Seasons came and swept by
fall turned me to gold
cold winds bared my soul
I remained in stories yet untold

Loyal to the core
under stars be-jeweled
then young and vibrant
I stand now old, wrinkled

Un-swayed by the words
which tempted my faith to falter
I stood for the beloved
that stood not beside me at the altar.