My twisted arms
Stretching to the sky as they breathe out air
My rusted hair
Winters the ground while I stand here bare
My cracking skin
Barking to the night like dogs but there's nobody there
My crooked hands
Cradles a bird's nest while they've flown somewhere.
My frozen feet
Plant me to the earth where they can't find heat
My aging rings
Surrounding all of my failings
How am I going to rise without sun in my eyes?
A thirst for light and a split in my side
How am I going to see if I can't make believe?
I turn to feel the sun setting
How am I going to rise when I'm covered in vines?
Rooted deep but surrounded by the weeds