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Yield
Yield
Can you do it,
Let go and bend?
Yield
Can you accept it
relinquish the pretend?
Yield!
screamed the wind
God in the rage
Bend!
demanded the trees
heavy with age
Bow down
to the ground
hang heavy muscles,
your back in a curve
arms bent to brace,
revealing that nerve,
let the dirt meet your face
You think you are strong
standing so tall –
the strongest are always
the first to fall
The wind will come
against the straight
and you will
crack,
crumble,
and break.
Yield!
screamed the wind
God in the rage
Bend!
demanded the trees
heavy with age
Can you do it,
Let go and bend?
Yield
Can you accept it
relinquish the pretend?
Yield!
screamed the wind
God in the rage
Bend!
demanded the trees
heavy with age
Bow down
to the ground
hang heavy muscles,
your back in a curve
arms bent to brace,
revealing that nerve,
let the dirt meet your face
You think you are strong
standing so tall –
the strongest are always
the first to fall
The wind will come
against the straight
and you will
crack,
crumble,
and break.
Yield!
screamed the wind
God in the rage
Bend!
demanded the trees
heavy with age
Published 7th Sep 2013
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10th Sep 2013 6:03pm
15th Sep 2013 00:47am
A great many things inspired it. The idea that what does not bend will shatter, but what does not learn to bend and pick itself back up is just as prone to crumbling. I suppose I feel God is demanding that I bend. So I am trying.
