Long Arm Branches

you’ll be brave enough
in the waiting
in the forgiving
in the healing
in the surrendering

because, my luv,
your heart is not made
to collect the dirt on the ground
yours is a heart
that’s made to bear fruit

growth stretches you
discomfort teaches you a lesson
and after all the leaves
have fallen off the tree
the naked branches will prove
to you that there’s beauty
in moments of emptiness

it’s not very appealing, is it—
being empty?

it’s not the best feeling in the world
but, should the highs always be
the best of us?
i think what we really celebrate
is the behind-the-scenes
before we get to that “high”

the behind-the-scenes
won’t always be the most glorious
because maybe, at some point,
we are all just seating
in our emptiness
waiting for something to change

like bare trees
waiting for their new season
staying still with their
long arm branches
waiting for new leaves
to clothe them with life

if you really look at these trees closely
you’ll be amazed
at the amount of leaves
they had to let go of
all without fear
all with the hope
that they will grow new leaves

you can be brave enough
like the trees, luv
you can sit still with your emptiness
i know, it’s still tempting
to hold on to fear
but right now,
as we are braving it up like the trees
we will be brave enough
to wait in Hope

i’m rooting for you