hope that snapped off in a storm
regrets dropped and stepped on
failures too heavy to hold on
the sticks and twigs
that were once a branch
broke off and fell
then shattered some more
we are the tree
that can’t hold on
to all parts of itself
too much shade
and suckers might sprout
a tangled mess
clawing for the light
it’s the story of pruning
of cutting off
letting go
but always
from the severed edge
new growth
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