Weeping Willow

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Pain

Submitted: July 30, 2014

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Submitted: July 30, 2014

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I feel like a spent old tree whose limbs have been bent and bowed out of shape from years of relentless abuse.The children SWINGarrow-10x10.png\" on my branches and break them only to have them grow back again. Twigs were broken off and nails hammered into my bark to hang up signposts of habits or personalities, which I could never be.
 
I’m TIREDarrow-10x10.png\" and my roots have tapped down into mother earth sapping all the possible nutrients I could get.WATERarrow-10x10.png\" has been plenty and has fed me but it hasn’t taken away the wounds from the nails; the abuse of limbs broken or the torture and constant rampant battering of the weather over the years.
 
Ever more than always my soul is tired, so tired of the constant struggle that like many I have to endure and find ways and means of escaping before my roots are entangled in a web of mess, fungus and MOULDarrow-10x10.png\".My bark is dry and hard, I no longer have the soft supple stem of an early sapling that has been newly planted.I appear unappealing and aren’t even given a second glance by passersby.I have WRINKLESarrow-10x10.png\"around my branches that give the insects and the birds food for their young.
 
My efforts to reach the sky have been blundered continuously by other trees sprouting up next to me or over me CLOUDINGarrow-10x10.png\" my sight and my freedom from a dawning sky that is constantly out of reach, always just out of reach.
 
Life inadmissibly for some is always easier. You see how other trees are fortunate enough to grow at private reserves, which allows them to find favor and SOCIALarrow-10x10.png\"acceptance so much easier than someone who has had to struggle through life and work ten times harder to be noticed.
 
I become begrudding which I don’t like, its not in my nature, but when you constantly having your limbs ripped off over and over whilst trying to grow to flow to ebb somewhere or towards something it is no wonder you become disheartened that you break down more often than normal into a puddle of leaves.
 
In life even as in nature there are ranks. Some are treated better and nurtured kinder than others.I won’t say that those who had life easier are meaner or less kinder but their willingness to lend a hand and help your branch be set FREEarrow-10x10.png\" and your bark be protected becomes harder or not at all.
 
I’m not the only green leaved tree out there, there are many like me, just now and again instead of having your barked ripped off continuously you would just like to be given a chance to thrive to grow to reach up over the other trees and touch the sky, smell the blue sky and breath the sun.
 
I’m TIREDarrow-10x10.png\", I’ve been around for centuries and have seen trees die sprout up and grow around me, yet I remain.For what purpose? To constantly, struggle?I also just want to breathe.When is it my turn, toMEETarrow-10x10.png\" a tree like me, to entwine my roots in his and have him grow next to me, flourish and protect, shadow me whilst we get old together. 
 
You look at me and see the same tree over and over, you hear the same creaking bending noises, but it’s my sad noise and I will keep making it, until something or someone gives way.Don’t begrude me my fury and my wanting for LOVEarrow-10x10.png\" adoration comfort and protection.I too have the right to be seen.


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