Evergreen

As I lay in the sun, I wish

It would just burn this turmoil

Growing

Inside of me.

Like an evergreen tree it grows

Faster

And seems to feed off of

Even the coldest hearts

Instead of dying from the chilled

Environment.

It pokes

With its fern-like weapons

At all the poisoned parts of me

Not allowing my heart

To lay dormant

And feel nothing.

I feel nothing but the pain

Dwelling

On the coexistence of my Heart vs. Sanity,

And how everything

Is branched together

In my never dying evergreen.