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Journal Prayer #3: I took a walk at Picnic Point.

  • kylapollard01
  • Dec 31, 2024
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 11, 2025

Me and this tree share the same metaphor,
both uprooted, without a sound. Split
in half, now rootless. Who knows
what evil brought us here—to this fall?
A million memories even farther
from the sky.

I am learning about myself—sitting in the middle of nature. How unforgiving it looks, but how forgiving it is: a fallen tree in a forest knows how to forgive.
 
 
 

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