Life just gets worse and nothing happens
Disadvantages contest tree buds.
Fear ceases to exist
I fall into the shiny twigs
A nest I do not rest.
I am not scared of the death
That awaits me.
I was looking forward to the journey
Until I remembered love. 
My greatest insecurity, rests on this.
Yes, it does hurt when buds burst.
Why else would we hesitate?
In springtime bounded with the bitter cold
The bud that slept all winter.
Trembled with anxiety heavy with foretelling the drop clings to the twig,
swells, slides — down.
I am always uncertain, scared, divided,
as to destination.
It’s hard to feel the depth of winter’s pull and cold I am.
Sometimes, I sit still and just tremble
I want to fall, but know I shouldn’t. 
Sometimes, my deficiencies cheer me up
Now, I seek redemption on the tree’s buds
A glitter on a twig that drops — a tiny splash
Makes a mark