Untitled by Laura Rumsey

Untitled

by Laura Rumsey

I thought it would be pretty

To make a Bonsai tree

A little tree to just express

The shadow side of me

Shape and form the branches

every one precisely bent

And in the bending, try to show

Which way my dreams all went

But as I tried to force the tree

I broke it, and I cried

It did the thing my life had done—Relationships had died

I looked outside and saw a tree

Reaching for the sky

And thought how Nature formed it—More perfectly

than I

Now, instead of forcing things to be my way

I step back, take a breath

And wait for the brighter day.