Heather Perdigon
I used to worry I was gullible
I used to believe life was harsh
I used to wish I was brave
strong
secure.
Then one day
I looked out my window
and saw a tree
An old
strong
perfect tree.
I nearly choked
on the epiphany
we arrive inside
an envelope
of bones
there is nothing to be done
about this
so fill it with wisdom
let it brim
with gentleness.
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