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The Colors of Wonder
(Poem)



Another petal falls from the branches of me,
Another subtle pause and glance back at the tree.
The lost opportunity lands in the shade,
Another tear from my eye for the rivers I've made.

The shadows below remind me of those wrecked,
The ones that I lost as I fought my defects.
What lives have I ruined by not reaching out?
These branches are weak from my failures and doubt.

Despite the years of leaves I have sundered,
These branches bloom with the colors of wonder.
For the tree at the roots is the giver of all,
And the fruit I bear is my life's call.