the tree that is my soul

I go through these lapses in confidence,

like the waves of the ocean lapping against the shore.

The sun sets and the warmth fades,

and suddenly,

I am left with only my thoughts.

This feeling is rooted in my soul,

and is spreading through the unfilled cracks like a wild fire.

It is dark and I am very aware of the bitter cold.

The tree that is my soul cannot grow.

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