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It
strips me of my glory
My happiness, my wonder
Each fallen leaf is a fallen tear
Until it leaves my branches bare
Lifeless limbs set
In their reaching pose
Will I survive the cold winter
The harsh winds that whip thru me
The heavy weight of snow
As they bend me to their will
I hear the cracking of my bark
Feel myself bleeding
Into the night, the dark
I recognize this place
I’ve been here I’m sure
Always harder to come back from
Then it was the time before
The will to fight is weaker
The spirit has grown dimmer
How easy it would be to give in
To end the battle of reaching for spring.
Prism
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