Poets Tree

I realize now, standing here
With all I've learned
I've nothing to fear.
Yes, times will get hard
But that does not mean
I'll give and take to the knife
For there are also times
I'll be so very glad,
So drunk on joy,
So content with life
It will be impossible
To remember even slight strife.
I have my family
And I've found true friends
I've discovered art,
And these aren't a trend.
And when I'm sad,
Or hurt, or lost,
I'll no longer think
It's some sort of cost.
My masks I will stow
And my true face
The world will know.
I've shaken off enough shackles
To learn there's not reason enough
To snarl and to bristle
At these vultures
Making and feeding on another ones woe
They see no more than I did-
A means of defense,
They do not know,
For they just haven't seen
Anothers approval won't mend a broken seam.
And I'll do what I can
To help them to see-
There's not only safety
In the Poets Tree.
This tree I've mentioned once before-
I know it well
At its roots my Self I'd store.
I hid in my art, in this Poets Tree
And trapped myself, for seasons three
I didn't realize
What now I know.
It's not only a storage space,
Or hiding place,
But a ladder and a window.
A ladder you climb
So the star you may see.
The star is hope and belief in midst strife
Something always there, no matter your ife.
The tree is a window
Through which you can see,
Once out of its roots
How at peace you can be.
My friends, let us lift up our fellows,
For only this can ease rages bellows.
Let us untangle our race
From this cacophony of hate
Let us together ascend
So we can all be
Safe and whole
In the topmost branches
Of Loves Tree.