Twisted barren branches reaching up
Looking for starlight
Each sharp bend an overcorrection
An attempt at change.
Branches twist painfully away from the stunted trunk
Each knot a scar on the tree’s arms
A cut in the skin.
Abandoned choices haunt withered sub-branches.
Roots cling to the rocks
A claw of bones
Digging for soil where none exists.  
There is always a cliff
There is always a shore
Edges, limitations, confinements.
An opportunity for isolation
A familiar escape
A place to bury.