The Hollow Tree

 
I climb in this hollow tree and feel warmth inside this hollow place. It's sappy warm embrace fills this tree until I can feel it running down my face. I come here when my pain is great and I'm drained to the bone. How is it that thy feelings run deep with so much emotional ware? This emotional connection I feel is so great yet I know not why that is. The burdens of many things I try to carry far, yet with only so much I can carry heaviness sets in.  I then need this hollow place to refill what I have lost. What friends I have left I cherish through my whole being.  With vines of my emotion that will always spread rapidly. I need time to refuel the flame that always flickers without blame. Many mistakes can be made with hardships in between. But with this hollowed out tree this is my comfort place. I'm sorry   For some things I say and do but friendship warms my soul.  I will always be honest but sometimes I cram to much. I promise to protect and not overwhelm, but when I do I'll intend to fix what's said. Happiness is a way of life and not a destination to go. Even for me I can forget and need to hold what's dear. If I folly perhaps I should makeup for everything within, because the things within the heart do not lie. So for this hollow place in this world warming tree, I will always be here so don't mistake that I don't care.  
 
 
JT