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Listen to the rustling of the pines

A faint crack, a silent scream...

The crowns of the trees away threatening

Are these the antlers of a deer

Or the branches of your past

That cut a way through flesh and stone?

Boughs tear the bark off your body

Uncovering the truth

Chasing... escape... stumbling

Resisting... indulge... crawl away

Oppressive... submissive... transcendent

Free, I'm free!

A glade in the middle of this coniferous grove

Morning dew underneath my feet

Can it be? Did I reach the end of this agony?

I can see the sky

Oh how lovely the crescent moon shines...

Who is there?

A pair of eyes appears between

The boles and you realise:

They are yours!

Larch needles are piercing through the cocoon

You once built from fear and contempt

The cold arrives and life appears to be frozen

But your thoughts are still flowing

Like the resin of the trees

Sticky and rich, covering every wound

Until you are captured like an insect in amber

Preserved for eternity

Invert your view, search for what

Lays behind the cambium

A single judgement like medullary rays

Spanning from the center to each

Corner of your existence

Regret... sorrow... conflict... depression...

A wooden shell shaped by its environment

No way to escape

An endless spiral of grief

But the one who imposes the punishment is you

So redeem yourself