In a Squall

June 2nd 2023

Pain as small

as a mustard seed

can move trees

that seem to be

rooted in strength

and understanding…

but how much

can I muster?

This strength;

it fails me.

Wind as strong

as you and me…

but understand!

I do not contain

the ability

- the capacity -

to believe your eyes

when you say

that you love me.

I am not strong,

and you are the wind

between the trees.