My mom said I need to share more of my writing...so here it is...I admit I am a pretty "dark" writer...I don't like yucky-love-stuff poetry or "uplifting" poetry...some was written when I was going through some "stuff" in college...consider this a warning!
I am a tree
Whose leaves and beauty have been stripped away
I am no longer what I used to be
I stand, here in teh dark,
Just waiting for the axe to appear
This abrupt end would leave room
for other, younger, more beautiful trees to grow
There would be fresh faces,
A beauty extraordinaire
No more dismal doom and wasted time
I know it's only fair.
Written in 1998 Emmanuel Bible College
