I’ve seen this tree for 8 years now
This tree has seen me as well
Silently nodding as an ode to a good day’s work
The good fight was fought
Maybe not won, but
We cast away our tattered pieces, pack up our things, and head home to kiss the foreheads of those we love to renew our strength for the continued fight ahead.
Managerial discretion rules the land
Investment focuses push the hand
Decisions decided upon what’s most aesthetically pleasing
And profit raising of course
And yet this tree still stands
Solid in its fixation
Steady in its gait
Firm in its position
But flexible enough to sway with the breeze
I am as the tree
A constant to way goers
As they navigate through the many moons and seasons
Days of helplessness, hopelessness, and despair
Nights of tears
Weeks of depression and despair
Summers
Falls
Winters
Springs
Seasons of life
Seasons of love
Seasons with God
About the Creator
Moni Staxx
I write through my emotions. Each poem is an excerpt from the moment in time I’m existing in at the time of writing.
My short stories reflect past observances, insights, and imaginative reflections on situations.
Keep reading
More stories from Moni Staxx and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.