The Tree Who Couldn’t

It’s summer, yet my leaves don’t grow.
There is no leafy green on show.
There are no buds
That promise life,
No branches
Growing to the light.

I’m sitting dormant, sad and weak,
I look dark and dull and bleak.
At first you stop
To see what’s wrong,
But that care ends
Before too long.

I sit, forgotten, in plain sight,
Amongst the trees whose boughs are bright
With blossoms, leaves
And birds who sing,
Whilst I stand bare,
A broken thing.

I wither, shying from the light,
I look more dull when days are bright.
The hot sun shines,
Reminding me
That I should grow,
Like other trees.

But sometimes it is hard to grow,
And put your leaves and flowers on show.
So I withdraw,
My branches bare,
Whilst brighter trees
Receive your care.
the tree who couldn't - a poem by pooky

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12 Responses to The Tree Who Couldn’t

  1. sumyanna says:

    Really nice poem! Beautifully written.

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  2. Lovely poem, expressive and thoughtful.

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  3. Angharad says:

    Another wonderful poem Pooky. I feel somehow attached to it. I love the analogy! X

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    • pookyh says:

      Thank you. It is inspired by a withered willow in my garden that has flourished for many years and moved house with me happily some years back. This year it cannot find the will to leaf. I know just how it feels.

      How are things in your world? X

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      • Angharad says:

        Poor tree, I hope it gains the will to leaf again soon. And I’m so sorry that you know just how it feels. I wish I could say something to make you feel better ❤ Just know that the darkness never lasts for eternity. Things in my world are getting there. I left the house yesterday for the first time in 6 weeks to go to London for the Feel Happy Eating Fix with Fixers which was a great day, very interesting! X

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      • pookyh says:

        Well done! I was so sad not to make it but lots of colleagues did and found it very inspiring xxx

        Thanks for your kind words x


  4. Reblogged this on Life in a Bind – BPD and me and commented:
    I really love this poem from Pooky – it completely strikes a chord with where I am right now. A broken thing, a tree who couldn’t.

    I have friends on the end of Facebook, within reach of a virtual hug;
    I have friends on the end of a phone.
    I have a therapist barricaded behind boundaries; and a God in his Heaven
    And a pain in my chest where it hurts to be alone.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Soumya says:

    Such a lovely and expressive poem! Loved it!

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  6. Arlene says:

    Absolutely love this. Beautiful work


    • PookyH says:

      Thank you Arlene – it’s interesting that you pick this one out because it’s possibly my favourite and marks a moment when I realised I was slipping away from managing. It makes me very sad and removing the tree that inspired it is on mine and my husband’s to do list!


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