Crossing Branches

There is a small tree
that lives inside with
crossing branches that
I must cut to see.
I know you are here,
when I feel the breeze
as it softly blows
away doubt and fears.
I live not wanting
to forget, although
I can’t seem to cut
the many regrets.
The secrets I keep,
I can feel them now
as I lie here sad,
and unable to sleep.
Spirit all around,
with me on this night
guide me where to cut
so I may see light...

 

Robert
2016