Tears rolling for the undue maimings
And undeserved namings
With ceaseless railings?
Stop wailing
It is training
For future reigning

When I feel alone and can’t take any more,
I call you my friend, you pick up the phone.
I pour my heart out to you, tell you what’s on my mind,
You don’t stop me once, just let me speak my mind.

Your first words after minutes are ,,I’m on my way.’’
True to your word, you arrive not much later,
You give me a hug, after that we sit down,
Again I tell you everything, you want me to go on.

You don’t try to give advice when I’m finished and weeping,
You take my hands in your own, look me in the eyes,
We sit there in silence, for we need no more words.
You are my best friend, you know just what I need,
I hope someday I can repay for what you did for me.
We’re closer than sisters, I treasure our friendship,
You’re important to me, I hope you can say the same about me.

As I shut my eyes, I wailed and wept with no control.
My sorrows were flooded with my pitiful tears,
with every drop a cry of pain.
The aching heart and the struggling body yearned
over my miserable fate. I have undermined the power
of love, that is tearing me part by part as I desperately try
to cling onto an illusory fate.
I'm lonely in my confines of drowning despair,
protecting from it reaching her. Every now and then
her eyes would flick in my mind, to keep me sane.
For all I wanted was to see her smile. Now
our hearts are growing far apart...

In the Garden, by the Creek,
Stands a Tree –
A Weary Willow, weeping, in
A prayerful plea:

“The scoffing Oaks hold
All their leaves,
But mine wither in this winter;
Don’t You see?!”

But, oh, what She
Doesn’t yet know
Is that, now, below the ground,
Growing down, and reaching out –

Hidden to sight or sound –
Are her Roots, preparing Her
To bear a thing no Oak has ever known:
Fruit.

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So, may Her weeping turn to singing
For spring is bringing
A New Beginning
…In the Garden, by the Creek.

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