The Willow

The Willow
A cold shadow standing firm. A sad skeleton on the surface, but holding a promise of hope, deep within. Swaying in the icy wind, embracing the torment of the storm and season all to bring forth life and beauty. Unashamed of its own lack of color, praise, and admiration, it dutifully stands fast fulfilling its purpose. A quiet passionate promise.
- Shy Willow

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Mirrors




Free, warm, dancing with butterfly's wings
Fog, a cool mist, a dull saunter
A flame, a gnashing pain, a death
Growth, warm shift, acceptance 
Cat eyes that see, a pain that overtakes
Thick black tar, deep numbing, a dark escape
A deep miserable despair 
A fire started, a final reach
I held my breath

A reflection met

I held my breath
A fire started, a  final reach
Thick black tar, deep numbing, a dark escape
Cat eyes that see, a pain that overtakes
Growth, warm shift, acceptance
A flame, a gnashing pain, a death 
Fog, a cool mist, a dull saunter
Free, warm, dancing with butterfly's wings
By: Shy Willow

1 comment:

  1. Hearts desire, bittersweet
    Love lost, total defeat
    Regrets run like sands of time
    Wishing heart cold as stone
    Love like never known
    Locked away, never to be shown
    Eternity awaits, forever alone
    Stone my stone, cut and hued
    Walls built through and through
    Fell apart with just a kiss
    Fleeting moments frozen in time
    Pure love locked in my mind
    Goodbyes are never easy
    Better left words unspoken
    Fade away, better forgotten
    Wishing you love and joy
    Eyes to never see such beauty again
    Forever longing for such soft skin

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