The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
Swaying
Swaying
by Cecilia Jenkins
He is a tree
His heart like a branch
Not staying still
Keeps swaying
Back and Forth
He can’t make up his mind
He loves one girl
He loves another
The branch sways to the left
To the right
Just like his heart
He doesn’t know that he will fall
He will fall and hurt someone
He will never get the branch back
It will just crash and break
Never returning
He will recognize what he lost
And will never get it back
He lost his strongest branch