Don’t pursue a vain hope
Can one ever reciprocate
All the warmth one absorbs
To sprout
To grow
To sustain the strained spirit
A tree Can merely bow down
Bare it’s bark
But can’t thank a bird enough
For all the life it brings to it
It can shelter it
Shadow it
Sustain it’s Silence
But how can it weave
A warm nest for it
It can bear with all the
Nails you dug into it
To hang your lovely whispers
But can it dig it’s own roots
Which crippled as they are
Can not deny osmosis
Pain is invain
Pursuit of A purpose
That has eluded me so long
Will I just be, a spec of dust
That settles when storms slow down
Or fill all the cracks in your
Heart so that you can breathe again
How do I return
A river for all the silt it brought to my door
A breeze that unsettled your hairs
And gave you that intriguing look
A look
I m trying to gather strength
To face,
All of it
All the time
Always
But can I