Family Tree

falling from the roots that could have flowered me, but instead made me a leaf. I have been wanting to fall for sometime now, but my roots held me close to protect me from the thing I want to see the most. Here are what we are meant to be, here is what we are made of/ for. I feel no part of this legend this family tree lives for, I care for no part of it. If one leaf never fell from it's roots, would we ever see outside our world? The thing that shape me is the thing that must let me go, but letting go of what I have made, I understand now that although I hold in this mightiest fist, they slip in between my fingers and all of the strength I have leaves me powerless and without them, my strength begin to fade; my bones shrink and my skin creases. I am not made to make you like me, I am made to show you the way of the world, to learn you, think you, feed you, love you, and then leave you. I am made so that I can pave as much road for you until you are strong enough to pave a better stronger road for yourself. I am the tree that made a flower that left the heard to make the seed that makes the apple for Eve to bring to her husband daring him to leave the world he had know to fall into a world where the only thing that matters is not answered until the wind sweeps us into dust and that question become more meaningless.


For "Beloved, Protector"