My New Best Friend

So today, I was in a funk. I'm not quite sure what was wrong, just the stress of moving into a new place and starting school again I guess... but I was just really sad. And I needed to cry. If you're a girl, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you're a man, don't judge me. Girls cry. I hate crying in front of people, so I wanted some solitude. This is very hard to find when you live in a teeny apartment with five other girls...so I went for a walk and discovered my new favorite place.

Behind the parking lot of my apartment building, there is this random little foresty glen- I walked into there and found this beautiful, wise looking, old tree. I climbed way up into it's branches, wrapped my arms around the trunk, and bawled my eyes out. Then- I wrote this poem:

From The Branches Of A Kind Tree

I love this tree.

Today my soul is frayed.

No longer who I once was,

But not yet who I'm becoming

I felt even the softest breeze could tear

Me

Apart.

And my shreds of soul would be lost

Lost to the wind

And the world.

Shoeless and Smileless

With a tattered soul,

I wandered into the dusk searching for comfort.

And my heart lead my feet

To this tree.

"Come" She called

"I won't let you fall"

So I climbed.

And her branches felt like my mother's arms.

I told her of my wounds and my woes

And she listened.

Every word.

I wept with my cheek against her wise, old trunk

And she caught every

Single tear.

And as I walked away with her bark imprints on my face

I looked back- and she whispered

"Don't worry my child, I'll always be here."

Moral of this Story: Cry in a tree

The End.