The Reality Is

You were a tree, planted for the greatest of things,
However, your branches are dying and you bear nothing.
Hold fast in the fact your feet sink deep into the soil,
For my heels know only battered rocks and coral as I trudge along.

Do not lose hope my friend, for I believe in you as I always have.
Though, you strike your ankles with the axe in your recurring dreams.
Step out on treacherous waters and sink in the solitude of purpose.
Baptize your fears in the murky water that maintains it’s power.

Dive like you never plan on coming up.


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