an open letter
to all who said
they would be there
when times got
rough
i've ventured
up the tree
that i've looked up to
my whole life
enviously
but i've found
that this tree
is difficult to
climb ~
i'm stuck
the bark is sharp
and carves thoughts
into my skin
as i make my way up
past the branches
they're prickly
and stab into
my back
when i try to
relax
so i've stopped
taking as many breaks
and now my
arms are weak
and my head spins
and i want to scream
or cry out my
pains, but there's
no one here except
me and the leaves
maybe it would
be wise not
to leave your
friends down
on the ground
but if they
never followed you
in the first place,
did they ever
really care?
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Meraki // Poetry & Short Stories
PoetryA collection of short little stories or ramblings I write when I'm bored or spontaneously inspired :)) • random updates • warnings posted above any chapters that need one • beware of triggering poems/stories • im a sad bean sometimes •
