The Blooming Tree

He loved me until the rain stopped

And the hollow in the tree was no more

For weeds grew rapid to protect the core

And access to me he had no more

 

Yet still he admired

The beauty he thought I was to be

But turned his face in hate and disgust

When my cavity denied he

 

He never looked at my sprouting arms

In which the most beautiful flowers grew

He never looked at my hair that danced

When that commanding wind blew

 

So, I already know he will not take the time

To examine my true roots

Because he only loves me when it rains

And he enters the hollow he once knew

 

 

“Stop giving those who do not care for, value, and respect you access to your mind, body, and soul. Learn your worth and shield yourself from negativity.” -Monica Renata