Under the old Oak Tree

What if i told you
yesterday i didn't just sit around
thinking of what i could be
instead i took your advice
got up
grabbed my pen
and wrote down my fears
then berried them six feet deep
under the big oak tree
sprinkling the last four years of my life
into the dirt
as if they were seeds
my tears ran heavy that day
soaking the soil beneath my fingertips
if you were to look at me now
and ask why
angry scrapes lay on both my knees
i would smile
and say i finally climbed that
tree
and guess what daddy
holding out my palms
i would show you
this time i didn't fall



*I kinda let my fingers do the talking i'm not sure why i wrote this*