Sitting Here

By Jenna Hall

Sitting here, breaking, letting the day lay itself out

Ears perked, and sensitive to the drifting anger on the wind

Mind perked, and sensitive to the drifting anger on the wind

But the trees bend, and catch the breeze as if nature’s dream-catcher

Their ability to bend and absorb the carbon emitted from hearts

Their ability to bend and absorb the anger laced within the carbon emitted from hearts

Their ability to bend, but not break under the weight

Sitting here, bending, letting the day lay itself out

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