Poem Archives - The Deal Is

Withering Trees

The mouth keeps it.
The heart speaks it.

If I break…Will you fix me?

If I break
Will you fix me?
Make me whole
Defend me
Lest I break again?

How fast can you run?

One is too many.

I drift along the longing breeze…like a dandelion

Sometimes you need a time-out A breath away from it all The people The things A moment to catch yourself Before you fall

I dropped the mic… I stand boldly I am different In saying this I drop the mic on diffidence

Sorry Missus I got it wrong You only had My best wishes at heart

A turnabout this is Moving forward…back Tacked to a new track As I grow my ‘fro

Will not give in to defeat
Watch me…I’ll soar