Tree of Dashed Hope
Illuminate the hurt

If you wanted to dream and chose a tree to guard your thoughts, desires, and tomorrows, what happens when a storm unfolds and makes wishes run wild, are you still home or sail away on ocean of fright and troubled dreams?
Nightmares enter your life in thunder, screams become songs to ears forgotten hope stays in a corner, can it still come to touch your cheek, can tears lift your spirit from the marsh of longing, and the mire?
Would you stand still in crossroad or tell choice to the wind and run, bonded with fate, in love with fright, you or another, the mirror tell no secrets in frosty smile.
© 2022 Amy Christie






