She is a broken willow tree,
she searches for love to nourish her bones,
nurturing her roots from her lake of tears,
wishing for rolling grass and open meadows to plant herself.
Once she was child,
found underneath her family tree,
blame has never been claimed,
she has been crying now for forever,
begging for arms to embrace her,
their hands will never be clean,
whilst they hold on to that skeleton key.
“Take caution” she says,
they leave so effortlessly,
scars are left open,
she screams for forgiveness relentlessly.
Softly touching the ground,
the autumnal willow cascades like blood,
she feels something die inside,
the cracks are forming,
she knows she will break into pieces,
she whispers one last time for them,
even though love was denied.
Once abandoned she starts to lay herself to rest,
lowering her head and closing her eyes,
content with the silence now,
her emotions have been buried alive,
she is a broken willow tree.
(written by Charlotte Farhan)
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