Address unspoken truths- before they fester.
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Old meek tree that stands
Wind stirring its autumn leaves
Old stories forgotten
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Stories kept silent
Etched on its frail, wooded bark
Not meant for the open eye.
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Girl runs from his hands
Boy cries at the too-harsh touch
It screams— but none hears.
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Lightning strikes; it speaks
Splits–a hole in its center
Locket, rusted blade
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It speaks in embers
In the scorched soil, way too late
To be heard.
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