Branches

She reaches out beyond the perimeter Reaches beyond the limits Of her freedom Never bound, Never broken, And what she tells me With the darkest smile, I never dreamed I would see. And beyond the edges, Somewhere beyond the line I find myself Wanting more And I find myself Nauseous At my own pathetic needs. So I turn and walk away Head hung in heavy contemplation, Knowing the depth of my weakness Is beyond what I care to discover And I bury all the shards Of my once precious dreams At the foot of a great oak tree Where perhaps caught by its roots They may one day flourish again.