Yew Tree

I crumble underneath the yew tree 
bow down at the feet of the beast before me
pulling my knees into my chest 
shedding tears on the ground 
I open my mouth and spill my wounds 
blood dripping off my chin
truth flows out of me like a river
fear pours out of my eyes
it all pools on the ground below me 
the yew tree does not move, it does not falter 
and I stand completely naked before it
no facade, no mask, no disguise 
translucent and fearful, I tell my story
not a lie leaves my lips, nothing is held back
the yew tree heard my darkest secrets 
I explain my uncertainty and list my fears
the giant does not speak, they do not move 
they simply stare at my bareness and listen
the yew tree does not judge 
and as I stand completely nude in front of yew tree
I am healed, I am happy, I am honest 

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