Sarah Humphreys

A poem.. March 15 View post The iron bark and the ghost gum Where do our branches still touch? Where have our branches fallen away? Weathering many storms together After this many years No tree goes undamaged In shedding my bark I shed you too Throwing away The good with the bad As if there was no other way (There is always a way) Over time The wind blew you away from me Gently at first I didn’t notice It then insisted If we dug up the earth around our roots I would find you again You would find me Or possibly We are more rotten Than we even imagined Saplings grow beneath us Showing us There is good here Even in pain Even in death Even in The in between.