cedar trees

cedar trees

 

i went to a healer and 

he looked at my fears: 

fragility.     failure.     inadequacy. 

 

and he gave me 

 

a remedy 

 

he told me it was made 

from the bark of 

the cedar tree

 

then, i finally knew why 

whenever i 

went to the woods i

was drawn to the cedar trees

 

why i would walk up to them

touch the rough 

peeling bark 

and inhale the bitter spice

left behind on my hands  

 

i finally knew why i 

sought out the tallest red cedar

no wind could waver 

when it felt like 

at most 

a soft breeze

would topple me 

 

the hundreds of pictures i took 

of the sun coming through

the giant cedars 

like arms reaching out 

to protect me

 

it finally made sense

 

i suppose, 

 

i was only searching

for something 

to heal me 

What are you looking for?