NaPoWrMo: #8 I do wish I were a tree as that seems easier?

Poem #8 My pain is distracting me tonight, so here is what you get.

Being the Tree

Heavy howling hurts

That drag down each step

And take my mind away

To the land of bogs and begs

Compromises with myself

To get through, just get through

And walk out to a light breeze

Wondering if I’ll ever be that light again

Or if this anchored to the earth

Plodding along in lead shoes

Puts me firmly on the ground

Stranded to sink in

Painkillers that do not live up

Only taking off the slight edge

The constant pulse that pulls

Pushes through

Like sap it drains out

Others find it sweet

But it is the veins of pain

That make me reach

And reach out that limb

To try to touch the sky today

Soothing the weary waters within

Growing ever so slow

To stretch out those pulses

Who pound me to a pulp

I dig deeper sending out roots

Standing tall as I dare