Late Night Poetry #5: The Heart Tree


There is a tree that grows in my heart –
Sometimes it hurts.
The roots dig in and the branches stretch –
The trunk has the ringed roughness of birch,
The branches are taller than a giant redwood –
I could cut it out, I know I should:
But it gives me oxygen when I can’t breathe.

Maybe we’re all a forest of trees,
Stretching towards the sky –
Wishing we could fly.
With our feet planted in the earth,
Shook by the earthquakes of change,
And the icy blue winds of the North –
We weather the storms, no matter how strange,
And nurture the wild forest in our hearts.


6 Comments Add yours

  1. rarasaur says:

    What a lovely idea!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Liz Ward says:

      ❤ Thank you! ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Fluffaye says:

    Reblogged this on fluffaye and commented:

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  3. I’d always described the heart as a delicate object suspended by strings that sometimes sway or break, but your idea was more interesting and creative. Great poem! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Liz Ward says:

      Your idea is beautiful too 🙂 ❤

      Liked by 1 person

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