A small hole in a tree
Becomes a door
If you know where
To look for it
And once inside
Passages twist
And turn
Secret rooms
The tree is a castle
Silent
Except for my screams
A loud angry scream
It doesn’t heal my pain
But it distracts from it
Screaming makes the air
That I desperately need
Fill my lungs, clarity
God I love this tree
A retreat from the world
I am free
But I can’t stay here
Forever in these empty rooms
And empty hallways
Sooner or later
I’ll have to go
Out of that tree
I have no choice
Not here or out there
No choice in the matter
