Tree

Indifference grows hard upon me.
It makes my skin thick with unfeeling;
it stands me tall and unyielding, than I ever was;
and it roots my feet in ground.
In the silence I find in my limbs,
though winds may blow to and fro
and this foliage of burdens may sprout upon me dense and fruitful—
I am unmoved.

For strength alone I grew into a tree
and shed the little that was left for me.
But for the forest to which I grew, not to be seen,
here I hide myself, and that I had wanted to have been.