when I talk to the trees

“this is so difficult,” I say.

No, it’s not

they say,

this is simple.

Stop

over-complicating

over-thinking–

this is simple

this is simple.

I go quiet again.

Still

yet

restless–

I feel

naked

before them–

every inch

of my soul

laid bare.

I hear:

You are afraid.

I say,

“Yes, I am.”

Don’t be,

they say,

You have nothing to fear.

This is simple

this is simple.

 

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