341. Tree Inside My Brain

The tree inside my brain 

had lost its way,

to where its roots did not grow,

and it could no longer flourish.

Too many branches,

with too many leaves,

and too many leaves,

with too many chances.

Each path would sprout 

in a different way,

and each branch 

had too much to say.

Too many leaves

were left in my brain.

They would not let go,

yet more leaves would grow,

and the tree would get topheavy,

though not a single leaf would fall,

And the tree became a monstrosity;

A creation of my own manic anxiety.

It was then that I realized,

that it was my responsibility

to tend to the garden inside my mind,

and cut away at some of the branches,

the ones that were getting in the way.

And when the roots can be watered,

and the sunlight is at its peak,

I, too, will find my way,

and water the tree inside my brain.