a tree with many branches, none heavy with fruit

the tree in my backyard got its first branch when I stumbled to the floor in dance class.

I cried tears and clouds stood in awe for they rained upon my little tree.

my feet, although, took inspiration from the twigs, broke like my will, and i quit dancing.

my tree bore no fruit that year

the second stem came as did a shining pair of roller skates from my father.

the spark from my speed and the light from the sun danced in a symphony unheard as it shocked my teacher and cradled my tree.

but again, the wheels shattered and so did a dry leaf, and i quit skating.

my tree bore no fruit that year

the third was next to none as it dangled over my swimming goggles and a pretty blue swimsuit.

the wind on land spun in circles like a tornado and so did i like a mermaid in water.

but of course, the water filled up my lungs like did soil my plant, and i quit swimming.

my tree bore no fruit that year

i stopped watering the mosaic of my wasted potential and sat beside it in the crumbly dirt, the barren branches mourned my future and the sun sobbed with unfinished thoughts.