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

Monday, June 27, 2016

Awake

Awake

You cannot feel, you cannot see
How did I forget to blame me?

How did I not see that this is just
Just the way you are

I accept them all each one
Every energy that came my way

All this time I said I hurt 
but it was I that did not see nor feel

The rage you gave me flooded my veins
brought life to places long now asleep

Slowly the tingle of limbs starved of blood
throb as life returns to them 

Slowly the flood of oxygen wakes the grog
of a mind slowed by years of repression

I could not feel, I could not see
I'll never again forget to blame me.

by: Shy Willow

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