Cut Branches

They are stretching long

My arms, thus far ;

I don’t know what

To do with them.

Do I let them reach

And wrap onto things

I can’t even see?

Let the flowers bloom

Into adulthood,

Watching birds drink

Their youth away?

I can’t feel my tips anymore,

My limbs are going numb.

I say my goodbyes

Severing the things

I thought I needed.

It might hurt.

It could sting.

With my roots deep

In the soil

My base stands tall.

It’s all I need

As I soak in the beautiful sun.