Amity is the root of my tree

It’s the seed from which I am grown

It is the very essence of me

I hope for this I’m known

 

But there are those who chipped away

At my roots until almost dead

Inevitably;  preservation day

doors were closed with dread

 

You can lock out those not close to you

Causing some of the pain

But what then are you left to do

With the ones who still remain?

 

Abnegation is an admirable trait

and comes with it’s own reward

But sometimes you are left to wait

when others aren’t on board

 

So much is spent in being anchor

To those who turn to me

That now I’m left with bitter rancour

a drowned and hollow tree

 

Candor is the bully

that no one truly likes

To practise this one fully

leaves too many spikes

 

My fear of honest, heartfelt words

is pain to those I love

so trapped in me, caged as birds

there sits the famed white dove

 

Erudite I had before

In a time enshrined in fog

Unearthing now from submerged core

ensnared in fear’s own bog

 

Dauntless resonates with me

But can I take the leap?

When crippling fear tethers me

amongst the herd of sheep

 

Carpe Diem! Seize the day!

And yet we must consider

practical things stand in our way

to make the spirit wither

Divergence is the only path

where true fulfillment lies

so be brave, explore and laugh

until your body dies