The Anxiety Tree. *First ever poem posted

[Leanne]

Anxious are my roots;
The thoughts that transcend
Feelings into my core, -- this is a bit of a nothing line for me; "feelings" is a fairly vague word and "core"... well, that's not really your fault but it's been overdone by emos and it makes me squirm a bit now! I do like the sonics of it rhyming off "sore" and "spores" but personally, I think it adds very little if anything to the poem
For Sore with disease, -- why "for"? With "sore" following, this doesn't really trip off the tongue
I am Infected
By the spores that
Float callously in
the wind,
your wind; -- a more puerile reader than I would snigger at so much wind
It blows my broken leaves down to
The toadstools of you
that infect the health of my forest floor -- two "infects" in one small poem might be overdoing it -- a synonym here perhaps?
-Cascading down through my branches
Until they can fall
No more.

I like the metaphor and the notion of that insidious, unavoidable contamination of another's thoughts/ presence. A bit of tightening up will help but it's got a good solid base.