I buried my fears under a tree and hope grew.

I walked

into the

woods

today

carrying

yesterday’s

disappointments

and

tomorrow’s

fears.

Wandering

the

ancient

soil

I

sought

a

resting

place

for

these.

Until

at

last,

emptied

of the

past,

and

relieved

of

the future,

I

simply

stood.

Small.

Under

a cathedral

of

trees.

—I buried my fears under a tree and hope grew.

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