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Roots

Branches reaching high into the sky.

Twigs break off.

A nest is built.

The storm may shatter what you see.

Things will regrow.

The roots are strong.

They have even pushed through the concrete meant to hold them!

On the Brink

I don’t know when the tears will come.

I’m on the verge

waiting for them to fall.

It has been like this all week.

Maybe I should let them fall?

I just don’t know if they will stop.

Then again, everything comes to an end.

Desperate Need for new things

The chair upholstery is wearing out.

The slippers are smelling strange.

Clothes for washing dishes are ragged.

Carpets are getting clawed to bits.

Pots are dented

and pans are chipped.

Plates are stained

and cups are missing.

Who is to say the house

doesn’t need replacing?

Like the shingles for example?