There is a tree,
That stands tall,
Like all the others,
But this tree,
Stands alone,
In the ground,
Surrounded by paving bricks,
This tree,
Has grown,
And it has seen,
Many seasons,
I have watched,
The leaves,
Turn into golden browns,
And bright green’s,
And little bud’s too,
In the winter the tree,
Is bare,
But soon,
The cycle returns,
For many years,
I have looked upon this tree,
I have watched the birds,
Making their home there,
I watched the tree,
Sway in the harshest winds,
Without really knowing why,
Now,
As I look at this tree,
I realise,
That soon,
I will depart from,
My family home,
Into another place,
A place,
Where I can start my own family,
I realise,
I might miss,
This old,
Tree,
That stands,
In the ground,
I realise,
That there are no other trees,
Like this tree,
But I can’t take it with me,
Where I am going,
There are lots of trees,
Standing in the soil,
Just down the road,
From where I will live,
I realise,
That this tree,
That I have watched,
Countless times,
Will not miss me,
I realise,
That when it’s time to leave,
I might say goodbye,
And leave it,
To be watched by another
Letting go
It sounds easy,
Doesn’t it,
To have the ability,
To let go,
Of everything,
That is bothering you,
To bury,
The past and move on,
But what if each day,
You are reminded,
That there is no escape,
From being unemployed,
There is no escape,
From the reminder,
That you’re nothing,
But a number,
What if,
Each day,
You try to move on,
From the past,
But,
Something,
Triggers the memories,
Deep inside,
And you find that,
Your only escape route,
Will be presented,
On the day you are wed,
What if you’ve tried every option,
And you still,
Can’t let go,
It might seem,
Like there is no hope,
Of getting rid of those dark thoughts,
But there is a way,
You just have to believe,
In yourself,
And what you are capable of,
Remind yourself,
Each day,
How far you have come,
The past can’t stop you,
From moving forward,
It’s yourself,
The road is not easy,
But somehow,
Someday,
We all have to let go,
Of the things that are dragging us down,
And my day will come,
When I am no longer reminded,
That I am piece of dirt,
Because I am unemployed,
One day,
I will stand,
And face my past,
Because I don’t fear it,
One day,
I will let go,
Of those things,
It will take time,
But,
In the end,
I will be stronger,
And I know,
That I will win,
The war between,
Them and me,
And I know,
That they might not be able,
To let me go,
Into the sunrise,
And enjoy life,
But I will release them,
Into the sky,
Like a balloon,
Because,
It is time,
To let them go.
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