Amongst the willow trees, I hide,
Seeking solace, from the pain of life.
I weep, mixing my tears, with theirs,
seeking comfort, offered at their side.
For they never question my beliefs,
never laugh, as I strive—for happiness.
Their branches reach out to me,
gathering me up in a gentle embrace.
Promising me…it’ll all be OK,
and that tomorrow is another day.
They let me cry out in frustration
whilst never judging me.
Within their cocoon of acceptance
I find myself…find the strength
to live free—of doubts;
to live with hope;
to live for the future.
And I smile amongst the willows.
© September 6, 2010 CRF