Becoming a Tree

My feet are not

my own.

I am exhausted.

I had no idea

how much I 

would be effected

by all of this.

The outside 

is shaking my 

inside with a

earthquake force.

Under my skin,

my voice

my soul

was always strong

and could handle 

anything.

Broken parts

and pieces that 

are peeling like 

a birch tree in fall.

I am blending 

into the world 

becoming what 

I now see is my purpose.

Becoming connected 

on a different level.

Letting go of vanity 

Letting go of attachments. 

I am no longer climbing

the trees.

I soon will be

one.