sometimes life is seen from a distance
like from a willow tree
not feeling its touch
only seeking to be free
looking through windowpanes
wondering too much
but it’s good to think and wonder
when someone is out of touch
but then the hours pass
life more a struggle than a gift
she looked to stay upon the tree
that lessened her grief a bit
love may have seemed to desert her
there were many whys not understood
when love could not always find her
if asleep and not feeling so good
making friends with love and life
would make her finally see
that they were always there
even when one had left her tree
staying in the dark
so helpless and alone
when there were others that loved
her
to help bring her home
to the place in the willow tree
where she whiled the hours away
nothing could make her speak
of the pain and uncertainty that came
to stay
the willow tree had no windows
it was where she wanted to be
to catch the piercing sunlight
so that she could always feel free
no one understood when the
leaves began to fall
why she stayed up in the willow tree
when bare
not listening to their calls
it wasn’t that love and life had
deserted her or not cared to understand
it was the willow tree that gave her life
a gift and helping hand
in the willow tree one day climbed
a boy, a ruffian, they say
but she stayed to listen to his heart
that had gone astray
like her he was seeking
a place to find and hide
all the things he thought and
wondered about
that were buried all inside
one day she took the chance
to leave the willow tree
to love and save a friend
who somehow belonged to she
life was no fool and neither
was love
all was decided from inside and
above
it knew about things inside her
and outside of her too
that she would choose the one on the
willow tree who would say with her
“I do”
she resolved to forget what put her
in the tree, to move on with her life
and forget all the bad things
that had given her so much strife
there upon the willow tree
answers came and went
but when she left the willow tree
was when she made a dent
in the lonely life she was given
it never steered her wrong
for the girl upon the willow tree
had gotten very strong
how strong and wise was she
she planted two more trees
and love suddenly was born
so it was then she lived on happily
she became the wind and the
the wind became she.
Thanks for reading. I have two other Substack newsletters, The Footrest, on nutrition and health, and Royal Blue, Mimi the Mad Queen, my fantasy series. Or you might like to visit my poetry page on Medium which is here: https://medium.com/ipoetry/giulietta-passarelli/home.
All best, Giulietta
Have a Happy Thanksgiving!