The pain always crushing against temporal walls,
Years wasted on remedies.
Time lost in a dark closet
Tears can not relieve the pressure.
A hardy oak grows in the front yard
No one notices how it spreads its limbs
Gathering strength from the energy from above
No one observes how alone it is.
Attempting to ease the throbbing
Forward and up
Remembering has begun.
The removal of the worm nest
New sprouting of buds
The mighty oak reaches further up,
Leaves, larger and whole.
Cob webs now brushed away
The pain has gone
A rusted old door opened
The fog has drifted