Don’t pursue a vain hope
\nCan one ever reciprocate
\nAll the warmth one absorbs
\nTo sprout
\nTo grow
\nTo sustain the strained spirit<\/p>\n
A tree Can merely bow down
\nBare it’s bark
\nBut can’t thank a bird enough
\nFor all the life it brings to it
\nIt can shelter it
\nShadow it
\nSustain it’s Silence
\nBut how can it weave
\nA warm nest for it<\/p>\n
It can bear with all the
\nNails you dug into it
\nTo hang your lovely whispers
\nBut can it dig it’s own roots
\nWhich crippled as they are
\nCan not deny osmosis <\/p>\n
Pain is invain
\nPursuit of A purpose
\nThat has eluded me so long
\nWill I just be, a spec of dust
\nThat settles when storms slow down
\nOr fill all the cracks in your
\nHeart so that you can breathe again<\/p>\n
How do I return
\nA river for all the silt it brought to my door
\nA breeze that unsettled your hairs
\nAnd gave you that intriguing look
\nA look
\nI m trying to gather strength
\nTo face,
\nAll of it
\nAll the time
\nAlways
\nBut can I <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … <\/p>\n