10/3/11

Winter Tree
By Caty McCall


Winter Tree

Pieces of me

Drift to the floor.

Like leaves in the Autumn.

Slowly dying

No matter their pleas.

Though I’ve fallen apart,

All my patience and beauty sagging,

Still I stand firm,

A brittle winter tree.

Everyone knows I’ve lost my charm

But no one cares.

They see no harm.

But the biggest cut of all

Can’t be seen.

Only felt,

Only by me.

My rough bark has grown around it

Concealing it from prying eyes

Daring them to question,

To wonder.

But answers I hide

Behind clever words

A tantalizing whit

Addicting sarcasm.

This way,

I may be a winter tree,

But that’s all they’ll ever see.


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