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Birch Tree
In the dirt and pebbles
The work and troubles and all the squabbles
Somewhere out of the beating of my heart
The lines of my history etch themselves out
Like initials sprouting out from deep within
My birch tree bark skin
There are things that’ll never escape any of us
Like, first love’s feeling of innocent trust
And, the heartbreak of first love’s lost
Embossed upon our hearts
Just like stitches holding the broken parts in place
Sometimes the very measures we take to heal
Are the very things that keep us from feeling again
Or, from welcoming in another lover’s embrace
In the hurt and vestibules
The worth and rituals and all the milestones
Somewhere out of the screaming of my soul
Hope took hold and pushed away the cold
Like a south summertime wind
Kissing my birch tree bark skin
The starting line of my history bleeds out
And, for the first time, I’ve no doubt
That just because life doesn’t bring about every dream
It breaks you in order to stitch in love where once lived only greed
And, out of the earth
Sprouts a baby birch tree
