Lightning can strike the same place twice.
A belief of the opposite was fabricated to ease wounded minds.
Here is a tree that has had it’s branches struck countless times.
I now know that it had been under attack for it’s branches grew closest to the sky.
Every passing storm the tree endured the more it cried.
Inwardly it felt so weak; While outwardly it appeared strong
Others looking on couldn’t see that anything was wrong.
It’s only a tree, it should be able to handle these storms.
Now the tree began it’s understanding
That it had been made for more than just a rod for lightning
The tree began to dream of other places. Places that could nurture her spirit.
The tree suddenly realized it didn’t have to absorb all of it.
That the pain it felt always followed the storm’s rage.
Yet, the tree remained, rooted in this toxic soil.
Oblivious to the fact that it was the one allowing it’s turmoil.
The branches continued to grow, ironically… inviting the shock.
The tree tried to forget all of the painful thoughts.
Even though the tree knew the storm would strike again…
The tree tried to ignore the storm’s arrival
The tree had learned this tactic for survival.
The day it decided to move away from the storm’s wrath.
Was the day it realized there had always been a different path.
A path that wouldn’t lead to pain and misery.
The tree decided to leave carrying with her a life full of tragedy.
Seeking her home, a broken heart’s remedy.
The tree searched the earth for it’s new home.
A nice warm place to belong.
The tree found a place and rested in the sun.
The tree allowed its roots to sink deep into the earth
Feeling that her new place wouldn’t remind her of those painful storms
The tree learned the limits of the storm.
Angered by the tree’s growth, he blasts into a rage.
The tree knew that the storm only had power to hurt her if she chose to stay.
The tree adores the peace that comes from knowing
She chooses the place where she will continue the growing.
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