11/10/2022
Joseph J. Razumich
The Oak
Can broken hearts really heal, real pure love be forgotten, hurtful words be forgiven?
Broken hearts never heal, real pure love is not forgotten, hurtful words can be forgiven....but never truly forgotten.
Slowly as the Oak tree grows forming patterns against the sky bent to hide the scars, from storms.
Slowly, painfully we learn we will be in love forever, because its pure.
Hurt will flash with pain as we remember words best left unsaid.
Broken hearts broken still, crying, yearning for what we feel.
The Oak Tree grows as we do forming patterns, reaching bent against the sky.
Roots cling strong into the soil.
We would not miss a moment, of the beauty or the pain so we cling and hope to grow into something as lovely as the Oak...
The Dreamer..
Linda Ross-Hobbs.