My Family Tree
Author Sarah Steele
My Family Tree
Sarah Steele
I am a leaf— one leaf on a long branch of my father’s ten children, one branch of four bursting from my grandparents’ scarred trunk. And I scan the tree only to see addiction at every intersection— the kind found in hazy substances and manipulating drama and all-consuming careers, the kind that is obsessed with a high or toxic people or success and all at the neglect of little buds, barely open, begging for nourishment, receiving leftover drops. And in horror, I recognize addiction in myself when I please the person to receive their praise or do the good deed to be applauded or say yes—obsessively ever yes—to win the trophy of God’s favor. And suddenly, I feel the branch begin to vibrate, growing steadily fiercer, and I cling to this branch— the only one I’ve ever known— with all my might, and I realize someone is hacking away at our branch, trying to remove us from this trunk. And we fall and thud to the ground, shaken and silent and lacking understanding until the Gardener picks us up, preparing to graft us into his own family tree.
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Thank you for sharing your poem and story Sarah!
This is raw, powerful, and deeply beautiful, Sarah. The extended metaphor of the tree is so well-crafted, each line peeling back another layer of inherited pain, survival, and revelation. I was especially struck by the moment of self-recognition: “obsessively ever yes, to win the trophy of God’s favour,” such honesty and vulnerability. And the ending, the quiet hope of the Gardener preparing to graft us anew, it left me with tears. A stunning piece. Thank you for writing, sharing your poem and story.