Gnashing Teeth Publishing

| words that get in your teeth

April 2020 by Rommy Cortez-Driks

April 2020

On my birthday,
I will take my tea
under the branches
of a dying cherry tree.
It has its scars, like I do,
raw and still exposed.

Ants have worried their way into the crevasses
and I know those wounds will not close.

But I see the buds
of the promised pink
that swirls around me
at the end of every April,
even though many of the branches
will never bear a bloom again.

It is enough that some of its branches will still flower.
It is enough that I still take up my pen.

~

Rommy Cortez-Driks is an unrepentant nerd, residing in Bucks County Pennsylvania with her husband, her two children, and her lazy corgi. She is both a prose and poetry writer, with one self-published collection of short stories (The Trouble with Wanting and Other Not-Quite Faerie Tales) available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. She is currently working on a collection of poetry as well. You can find more of her poetry and prose on her blog, https://kestrilsrhythmsandgroove.blogspot.com/  and follow her on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/KestrilsRhythmsandGroove/ ) and Instagram (https://www.instagram.com/rommy_driks/ )

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