00. First Post
I've seen livejournal a lot, but never made a journal until now. I found a bunch of communities specifically for girls with military boyfriends. Not a single one of my friends has a boy in the military, and so nobody I know understands what I'm going through. I thought this might be a good way to get out some feelings.
The Two Trees
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile.
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For ill things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
W.B. Yeats
-And hence my journal is begun.
Ashley