I Feel Bleak
I feel bleak.
Bleak like a naked branch
in the middle of winter’s frost.
So bare, so dead-looking,
in the middle of night’s coldness.
I wonder.
Will I ever bloom again?
Will the green-budding blooms
slowly and gradually grow
again into life-giving, vibrant leaves?
I wander.
Will I ever grow again?
Will the world still seek my soothing shade
as I whisper comfort from the wind’s voice?
Or will I sit here naked forever
underneath these same trees?
I wonder.
I wander.
I feel bleak.
[11-15-12]
