"weathered weeping willows"

[silverwillow]

so tired i've become
i still cannot find the mixed words i long to write
the storms of emotion inside my heart
still, it's lost inside me.

i lift my feet, take one small step at a time
walking amongst the thorn bushes and daisies
i thought would calm me
i was wrong.
and inside my soul, in the deep crevices
where it feels emptiness has nestled in
i can feel myself crying
sheding tears of remorse, regret
crying out for someone, something...
to comfort my dying spirit.

the weathered weeping willows i pass on my way
weep for me, too
the echoes of their lonely sighs
dangle still, in their branches, the air
surrounding me.
so i'm not the only one, as i thought
i might've been.

there is not one cloud in sight
oh how i wish there were...
just to feel the raindrops stinging my skin
drowning away the feelings of solitude
washing away the stains my tears left behind

somebody has clipped my wings
i feel just like a caged bird
and the angry torrents of despair thrash down upon me
tangling me in its hateful web
oh please God repair my wings
so i may fly away.....

-deby domelle '03