Damaged Roots

The fruit beared by this tree

Some sour,

Some sweet,

Still it stands here,

Year after year‐

Damaged roots watered only by tear after tear

Despite years of drought,

Hopeless bouts

Despite all fears,

And rumors of being removed it continues to hear

These damaged roots still produce their fruit

Day after day,

It may not be all that pretty

But some still desire to see‐

This tree, is not the tallest,

Some still find shade

Under crooked branches‐

And some find comfort,

In a pile of withered leaves‐

These damaged roots,

A needed truth,

Have a purpose

To accept the rejected,

Lonely and desperate‐

The left out and put apart,

Out in the cold

For the some,

Who didn't know exactly what they were looking for‐

Told they'd never fit the mold,

Just like this tree

And still it stands here

Every year

Still bearing fruit,

Some sour and some sweet‐

Falling in place of a need

Like the damaged roots, that feed this tree