I am one of many
small branches attached to a broken tree.
Always looking to the ones above
for guidance, strength and security.
As I look upon the branches that are scattered
to the left and right of me,
I find myself asking who else is it going to be?
Who will fall?
Who will stay?
Who is willing to worry about the price they will
have to pay?
I now stand alone, ad-mist through the fog and rain
As I see the one branch that I truly loved
scattered about me in pain.
Why did she have to go?
She lived a life of happiness, a life filled with love
And from one little mistake now looks down at us
From up above.
Never to return...
This is an interesting poem Rachel and you use the sustained metaphor well. I wonder if it becomes a little 'telling' towards the end. I think the use of the 'tree' metaphor is enough of a signal as to what you are doing here and you don't need the reference to looking down 'from up above' to confirm this.
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