The Facade

I was abused growing up in several unmentionable manners. I have become very successful within my secular and family life. Despite many finding me stable and secure, the Facade is how I feel.

A massive Oak stands tall in the field;

Solid as any tower the Earth can yield.

The Ash and the Pine hold court with their guests;

Escaping the tempest in their lofty nests.

 

The wind sweeps through its massive bows;

Making them sway and bend in their might.

In a slow motion fall its timber blows;

A giant has been slain in the forest’s sight.

 

Was the wind the victor in this duel with no paces?

Was the wind the victor when beauty it displaces?

Was there a victor in a world now fallen from graces?

A breath has lost its ally, all alone in empty spaces.

 

I stand tall as the Birch and the Elm;

A seed firmly planted in the soil of truth.

I’m as large as the world in this realm;

A seedling that was trampled in my youth.

 

A wind didn’t come and take me down;

Fire didn’t consume me from base to crown.

A flood didn’t shift my expanse to the ground;

My roots were diminished by the turmoil around.

 

Can I be broken under the dirt?

My might from trunk to stem a façade

I have been crushed since my birth;

With fear and worry I am shod.

 

I am the Maple who envies the Pine;

I am the Ash that questions the divine.

I am the Birch that wishes to be Oak;

I am the Timber who inside is broke.

 

A massive tree stands tall in the night;

Tall and swaying in the starry sky

Actually a twig so very full of fright

A weakling that should give up, and simply die

Author's Note

Feel free to point out grammar issues and or general english problems. However I would like to know what you think of it as well.