Friday 11 December 2015

Weeping Willow


Sadness
consumed her
shadows dancing
around corners
a fragile
mind
ingesting
countless
ramifications
mountains
of regret
remorse
disbelief
self-inflected
shame
she was
addicted to
this pain
it gave her
an abnormal
sense of
relief
normality
seemed to be
a distance
far fetched
reality
so unfamiliar
so unreal
she struggled
to feel
the rain
or the raindrops
space distorted
swilling around
aimlessly
in a meaningless
existence
feet do not
touch the
ground
she sought
a mirror
a reflection
an image
to which
she could
relate
bewitched
by how
others seemed
so very
secure
anything
to abandon
her self-loathing
low self-esteem
self-hate
picture perfect
photographs
held inside a
dream-like-state
wondering why
she felt so
alien
strange
odd
freak
in comparison
to the evaluation
unrequested
spells
others cast
upon her
she would
hide her anxiety
toxic shame
an inability
to speak
out loud
funny how
she would
simply vanish
within the
maddening crowd
she could
no longer
contain
the incoherent
chatter
intellectualisation  
hours lost
in wasteful
disgrace
noisy vocalisation
about things
that did not
really matter
how many
rainbows
would she need
to chase
to find
hopefulness
clarity
charity
grace
not
be blinded
by her unsuccessfulness
attracted to
taking a risk
falling
for the
fox or
the hound
willow tree
her roots
are deeply
placed within
soft ground
the wind it howls
her name
butterflies
spinning around
weeping willow
allow her
to sit
at your base
she aches
to the core
the bone
wrap her
within the wilfulness
you own
comfort her
guide her through
the barren land
as she walks
a distance
she needs to
travel
this path alone
as she wonders
the dark night
through
deadly
valleys
she is
desperate to
go home.


MM C2015

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