I am a Willow
I don’t live with willows
I live with oaks
But willows call to me in my poetry
I know why it is
It is because they weep
She said to me, “What do you want? What would you do?
What
if? What about? Can you forgive if he comes back to you?”
I knew the answers
They came quickly
Forgiveness is my superpower
The problem is … he’s never forgiven me
He left me a long
time ago
My own silence is killing me
It is my first advice to anyone dealing with this similar
tragedy
Silence is a powerful tool
But it takes enormous strength
He took so much of
mine with him
It now resides
between their sheets
A withering shadow
of me
I never knew how
cruel he could be
Can I forgive cruelty?
The oaks in my yard are plenty
To find the sun, their trunks don’t just climb straight and
high like most trees
Some of their heavy limbs grow from their sides
Stretch out left and right, far and wide
They are called Live Oaks
Because they do whatever they have to
To stay alive
I don’t live with willows
I live with oaks
But willows call to me in my poetry
I know why it is
It is because they weep
I’m not sure how they stay alive
With their branches
reaching for dirt and not the sun in the sky
I need the oaks to call to me
Oaks do not cry
When I count the days he’s been away from me
I can plainly see
He is a live oak
I am a weeping willow tree
I need to find someone
That instills in me
The amount of cruelty it takes
For me to stay
alive
I need to find the strength
To crawl out from beneath their sheets
And save me
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