Stand

dreamy tree

You’ve watched them fade, these fragile dreams you sowed

when innocence was freshly minted, the shade

of spring meadows. Just when they felt full-grown,

they yellowed, curled, leaves from an ancient and

shabby book. You lost your grip;

now they lie scattered at your feet, crisp in their

brokenness. You could have died with them – no one

would have blamed you if you had joined your fallen

comrades in all their ashen stillness. Yet here you

stand, head high, arms outstretched,

hands open, expectant. You are an oak,

sinewy and solid. Storms have toughened your skin,

stiffened more than your upper lip,

rooted you in profound places. And I think,

perhaps,

that if you can stand tall after all you’ve lost,

I could stand, too.

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16 comments on “Stand

  1. Debbie says:

    Wow , Melody! I think I could stand too . . .like a reverse domino effect. 🙂 Thanks for the blessing of your poetry!

  2. Baydreamer says:

    Beautiful, powerful, and encouraging words, Melody!

  3. Oh so lovely and moving

  4. Beautiful poetry as always!

  5. Love the poem and the wonderful picture 👏

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