Trees of Me

I am afraid

Of speaking

And being unheard

And being misunderstood

And saying the wrong thing

Of seeing

More violence

More animosity and indifference

Myself in the mirror sometimes

Of dying

Without having lived

Without leaving something behind

Without showing the world my love

I am not afraid

Of speaking

The things that are difficult

My truth, and truth in general

Out for others

Of seeing

The world as it is, and not how I wish to see it

The things that make others look away

Myself in the mirror sometimes

Of dying

Tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that

For what I believe in

In protection of those who follow after me