Like a leaf

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

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    I feel my soul is trembling like a leaf
    that clings on in the worst of a fierce gale
    yet will drop into black mud far beneath
    though briefly through some sunshine it may fall.
    I am as nothing trodden into earth
    And lower than the lowest living beast,
    I make no estimation of my worth
    and for the worms I shall provide a feast.
    At first I thought that I could ride the storm
    That I could live without your circling arm
    But truth has taken hold of me entire.
    The choice is death by mud or death by fire.
    I see I am now trampled with earth’s dust
    No more to be an object of mere lust

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Published by Katherine

Poetry writer and author

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2 thoughts on “Like a leaf”

  1. Thank you so much,Janet.The tree is here in our garden.I seem to write a lot about turning into dust and I think it has a mystical meaning which artists experience that before getting filled with insspiration the artist has to let go of their ego and plunge into darkness.:)xx

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