Tree

Justina

I can't even accept it
tree
Unbrooted and abrupt existence in this ruins
How does it root itself
In the midst of being pushed down
At a height ten or a hundred times higher than me
How does it survive
Without feeling heartbroken, it erupted into a hunched and rugged posture
Golden afterglow
Like the last whisper of a matrilineal clan
Across the collapsing ruins
And I am incredibly soft
Lean on that bud

  • Author: Justina (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2025 00:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Poetic Licence, Damaso
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem seems a metaphor and questions the existence and ability of some to grow amidst the environment they are in. A lovely work

  • Poetic Licence

    A very interesting write, questioning how some people struggle to thrive and grow in the environment that surrounds them, enjoyed the read

  • Tony36

    Love it

  • Damaso

    Incredible, I'm speechless. I'm just grateful for sharing it. I really enjoyed it and hope to read more. Best regards.

    • Justina

      Thanks！



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