Delicate
Willow tree
dancing
with
the wind
as he
sings
to her
a
wilder tune
a song
that shakes her
very core
as she
reaches
for the
moon
dancing
in the
starlight
daintily
swinging
to the
rhythm
of a
new dawn
on a
fresh
November
morn
content
in her
majesty
connected
to everything
yet
completely
free
happily
constructing
an illusion
of whom
she
was meant
to be.
Until a time
a storm
arose
heading for
her shore
she felt
consumed
by
panic
as she
feared she
could
no longer
withstand it
anymore.
The storm
it raged
around her
head
stripping away
the essence
of her
being
ripping
apart
her protect
bark
her
leaves
were
beautifully
green
now
stolen
fallen
thus
left to die
until she
had nothing
to
define her
as she
questioned
WHY!
No self
remained
she felt
that she was
broken
mourning the
death
of who
she use
to be
an existential
crisis
who the hell
is me?
Look
deep inside
what will
you see
a construction
created
is not whom
I choose to
be.
Spring arrive
in ample
time
a rebirth
had began
each new bud
that was
reborn
it
gave hope
to each
new one
suddenly
this Willow tree
was in
brightest
bloom
to celebrate
her new
creation
she called upon
the moon
"dance
with me,
tell
the wind
I miss his
wildest tune,
now
I see
who
I am
meant
to be
liberation
dear moon".
Willow tree
grew so tall
as her
resilience
grew
she had
face the
unknown
recreated
anew
from that day
forth
through
every
season
of her life
she
knew
authenticity
what
to do…
so do you!
MM c 2015
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