Once You Were Like an Olive Tree Covered in Fruit

There you were,

Deeply rooted

In whatever

Lie shrunk you heart,

Branches clawing

At a sky who 

Wouldn’t save 

You.

And do you know how

Many times 

I look in the mirror,

Feel the skin,

Dig deep

Nail by nail,

To find where 

My own roots

Have knotted

And lost the 

Urge to

Drink?

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