PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

A mournful willow
gazes into deep waters,
longing for the chance to
embrace too fleeting
moments of time.

It breathes sighs of regret,
wanting to have been stronger
against the winds of uncertainty
and unclear days, fog-filled
hazes of confusion (though
one might deduce that
even amidst what seemed
mixed rays of the sun's warmth
versus darkness glazed
over the light,
there has always been
a clarity screaming to
be recognized).

So close does the water
to the willows leaves run,
feeding its roots through
the ground.

Yet, remaining out of reach are
the depths of the pool
that provides life-giving energy
throughout the worn and tattered
trunk and branches.

Upon deeper inspection,
one may see that the willow
yearns to be free of its longing
whether through fulfillment
or destruction of this life
into new life
or through complete obliteration
of its vulnerabilities,
moving on, forward beyond
its weeping sighs;
beyond the hopelessness and sorrow
weighing its branches down
so heavily...

..freeing the torment and rage
simmering within this
proud tree.

Wishing upon stars
that it could rise taller,
branches sturdy and strong
like the evergreens
through the seasons -
life fueled through its
limbs through
the madness and cold
of angry winters,
withstanding the heat
of blazing summers,
holding ground
throughout the tensions
that threaten to
break the tree as easily
as a knife breaks thin string.

It dreams of the freedom
to fly, like some of the companions
that had settled in the tree's arms,
or run to and from like
the others who have sought shelter
and rest underneath the willow's shade.

I understand the willow's needs,
for I too wish to be free to
release, in spite of the walls that
have been built to encourage not
feelings such as these, but a move
towards apathy.

I have learned to understand why
the willow bent down, appears to
be withdrawn till the end of its time...

...except the difference between the
willow and I is that I slowly let go
and lift it all to the sky...

...never losing faith and hope that
the state of affairs is temporary
and change will bring me the peace
that seems to have escaped
the willow's life.