I do not remain to judge
I simply remain to be
A tree
Who trims her branches
of the heavy rotted fruit
of her past
A limb which sags lifeless
bearing an ignoble Roman
and his secret lover’s
letter of apology;
embarrassed at her
eating the bitter fruits off my tree
for so long concealed.
A limb of a childhood crush
who write letters
lamenting the lost chance
of the eating of my fruit
many many years past
while he eats the fruit of another
he calls “wife”
A limb dense with
a desperate women
who clings to my branches
calling herself “friend”
hoping I will feed her
while she gorges
on the fruits of many
trees around the world.
A limb which drags heavy
of fruit fermented in
past insecurities and
Ignorance
Finally free with
the passing of the storm
called experience
I trim these dead limbs
and with a bright smile
carved into my trunk
I can now move about
to paint my branches,
grow a sweet
yet discerning fruit
and celebrate freedom
by Jennifer Allison
One Street Shy 
Astonishing, my friend.
🙂 Thank you
A very amazing poem Jen! Always move forward and try not to look back, unless it really is some beautiful, and priceless! But i really liked your poem, like everything else you do it well!
Thank you Wendell. I don’t claim to be a poet whatsoever, but do enjoy trying from time to time!
Your a peach!
hahahah. Indeed!
Feels like what I’ve been doing recently. Wonderfully written!
Thank you. I think it’s good we all do it once in awhile.
Yes, it’s definitely a healthy thing to do every now and then. 🙂
This is beautiful, such clarity.
‘Finally free with
the passing of the storm
called experience’
I really enjoyed these lines 🙂
Clarity indeed!! 🙂
I believe I shall read, write long letters through the evening,
and wander along the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing. 🙂
And so fall begins (as in Rilke’s poem), as does the pruning of trees.