journal · poetry

Tree

Sometimes I feel as though
I am peeling apart.
Those who have touched me
have all left a mark
on the skin of my soul.
And perhaps I am no longer whole.
But I’m still standing.
Still grounded and weathering
the torrent tests of time.

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