Before / Poem

When I was young

I climbed up a tree and

Sat on the highest branch

The tree was small

My feet brushed the ground and

I couldn’t see over the hills

I grew older

But never left the boughs

The leaves became my home

The landscape changed

But the tree kept growing

I couldn’t reach the ground

Watching the hills

Became all that I did

Then I looked over them

And I forgot

The home in which I came

Which was always behind


The past isn’t easy

I couldn’t turn my head

I was afraid

That it had changed too much

So all I was left with

Was a small memory

Sarah xx

By Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m a twenty two year old who loves Jesus first and foremost, finds joy in the simple things, and appreciates a good metaphor and oxford comma.

I blog three times a week at

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