Branches

Poetry Black
EmotionalNotions

We sit and talk
as you begin to explain,
all of your brokenness
from whence it began.

I silently listen
and don’t interrupt.
I feel of it’s essence
your beauty of now.

For it all has formed you
the way you should be,
for no one escapes
the brokenness tree.

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