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a poem about how trees have always helped with my anxiety...
My thoughts worry I don't feel good today
My nerves are on edge, and my soul feels rankled
It's a beautiful sunny day, and I can't get in tune
It just makes my foul mood stark in comparison

Alcatraz, except my prison is of the mind
my failures evident I feel my limitations
Anxiety builds; I have not learned to cope

Burying my feelings causes a great disconnect
where I can only watch on from the sidelines
as others enjoy themselves

sighing and groaning within to connect with nature
my soul searches for a way in
it is always the trees they held me as a babe
when i was child

their mighty boughs supported me
and intimidated anyone who thought to climb them
with angry intent

they listen to me quietly daydream
and considered me one of their own
They would say litte tree, you are mortal now
go out into the world and tell of the language of trees
my heart lament I couldn't stay hidden among their leaves

so here I am today, feeling discontent with my humanity
but I can hear them creek whispering to me hope

They watch over the house and me with it
lending me strength it always been so
keepers of great wisdom
chronicling history they keep my secrets
and admonish me, little tree
even a book remembers being a tree


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