wandering....

I sadly searched the forest for years,
looking for a sturdy tree to lean on.
One that is able to withstand
my multiple hurricane winds without damage.
This one may bend and sway,
but must remain rooted and never snap.
Withstand my storms and I promise
to introduce sunshine worth stretchin your limbs.

You Left These

Matchbooks are all that remain.
The wind whisked you away,
yet I can't be angry.
I prayed for the rain
and was given plenty.
I dry things up the best I can,
but your matchbooks are ruined.
Things that mattered seem so dumb now,
yet daily I pray for more downpours.

Seems like forever I have been climbing,
my blisters break yet I continue.
As my footholds loosen and my feet flutter,
I remember why I must continue.
Pulling myself onto flat ground
with my last bit of strength,
I breathe out in relief.
You dust me off and give me water,
promising next time I get to choose the mountain.