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Flayed, frayed,
crinkling,
curling,
dying,
only to be reborn;
Unveiling smooth
flesh
beneath.
Thoughts abound;
Curl around;
Rejuvenate,
then dissipate.
Like wind blown branches
high above.
Only to begin anew.
Born again
Dropping excess
baggage
with deep
cavernous
breadths
and a sigh;
Free of burdens –
of my mind.
Until,
the unraveling
begins
anew.
I try to clutch,
seize,
grapple,
hold -
the peeling bark.
Smoothing,
begging,
pleading,
crying,
calling out.
Not again.
Don’t fall apart.
But the cycle
takes over,
as is meant
to be.
The shedding of old
skin
begins.
Must this continue?
Perhaps to the top
I can
climb
in my mind.
Where the leaves
are ever green
and do not shed
as the bark below.
I get so tired of
Unraveling
* the Pacific Madrone
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Ed Bartosik
Mark Pritchard
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Comments
LOL!
Love this, my friend!
Zanelle...Not to worry. It's not me.
tg: Thanks for the comment. Yes, it is a mess but fascinating none the less.
Rated.
Thanks for coming by
I promise to take real good care of the other...feed that baby boiled peanuts and root beer!!!! LOL
~R~