Bloodletting

Rejection is just another branch of the tree

The strongest one for me...

Where the vein is plump and dependable.

I don't cover the blue green hue that pulsates just below the soft

olive bark of my limbs.

But I am guilty of begging for a forest fire, a lumberjack, a clear cut......a bloodletting

Time and time again, I hand over the axe, thirsty to taste

the sap of me, so I can describe it's sweetness.

But bitterness has its seasons like thunderstorms, it's acid rain lays heavy on the leaves of me.

Wind dances, prisms of light bounce from the droplets. I absorb wanting.....I accept unwanted......again.

The leaf gives way falling to the soft underground where the root of rejection welcomes it, offering a sturdy place to rest....to perform it's decay.

Someday, I will mainline that branch.....I will stop asking permission to enter the forest of me.🌲