“Howl, howl, howl, howl!” - King Lear Act v scene iii
Thoughts in the brain are like roots attached to trees.
No matter how long the bark gets
it is the roots that- hold- it- Together.
Separation of the branches demonstrate Growth.
There is -unclarity- and- indecisiveness-
Winter is closer each day.
Is it worth being loyal to a ghost?
Ignorance seems to be the best solution.
The tree still Stands over time
as the roots come out and become -Visible-
Thoughts are BURIED looking for an escape.
Six years have passed and it is painful.
The howls the heart screams,
the thoughts that -come out-
continue to confuse me.
Heartbreak is easier than wondering,
Losing someone leads to healing,
but separation gives only unanswered questions.
I am processing,
Waiting for clarity of these roots.