Bare

Like a tree laid bare

in the grips of December

she lies naked there.

Her thoughts whipping her

like the winter breeze

blows in the snow and rain

that encapsulate and freeze

branches that snap with pain.

Her tears sting her face

and her body will not move

her drained soul from this place

or find anything to soothe.

The tree and she both fail

under the weight of the snow.

Neither can withstand the gale

and so both crumble below.

Image from PxHere

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