The Giving Tree's Confession
They whispered I was made to hold the grief, to swallow every sorrow as my own, so from my flesh a thousand arms found leaf— I grew them so no cry would go unknown. I reached toward the ones the world had torn, the shaking child, the widow wrapped in black, I gathered them like flowers from the thorn and ignored what my giving would not give back. But giving is a hunger never filled— the more I…
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