Every beat
Of my broken heart,
Echoes in the hollow night.
Stars twinkle,
A dance of forlorn happiness,
The full moon creeps into the black sky,
enhancing the shadows,
adding to their emptiness.
The willow tree,
encloses me in a lonely embrace,
Hiding me in those empty shadows.
My battered heart cries out for a healer,
My lost soul cries out to be saved,
I cry to a God,
Who has forgotten me long ago,
My secrets die on my lips.
Living my life of hell,
In a devil's playground,
No strong loving arms,
Only cruel backhands.
A lost little girl,
I tried so hard to be good,
I tried to be lovable,
But my foolish innocent heart,
Shattered like glass around me,
It's broken shards gathered around my feet.
Each step,
left a boody footprint behind,
A red trail of breadcrumbs,
tying me to a dark past I can never escape.
My wounds are hidden,
by a face of mocking laughter,
They bleed behind their makeshift band aids,
A heartless laugh and a fake smile.
However,
in all my pain and lonliness,
The willow still bows lower than me.
Her branches reach out to touch,
To take all my hurt.
I use her bent trunk,
To pull me to my feet,
Until I stand erect and tall.
Her silky leaves brush my cheeks,
in a soft caress,
They take away the emptiness in my eyes.
Now a bronze blaze burns,
In the pit of my soul.
Like a fiery phoenix,
I rise from the ashes of my past,
With new glorious wings to guide me.
The willow stays behind me,
Her head forever bowed,
The pain of my shattered heart,
A weight upon her shoulders,
A burden she now willingly bears.
I take to the night sky with my new found wings,
My bloody footprints left under the willows shadows,
But still a trail of tiny blood drops,
Create new breadcrumbs,
For my hasty path.
The curse of the weeping willow,
She stands through thundering storms,
and icy blizzards,
Her head bowed low,
Weeping for my broken heart,
Crying the tears I could not.
Author notes
This is a combination of many choices. Maybe though it reflects the choice of about who I am. I am the willow, and the willow is me. I am the phoenix who after burning up in flames, rises as new to fly again.
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Excellent write here
This brings a vision of broken heart and the strength within to know to fly again is the only way and to know tomorrow is a gift given to all to heal ones soul of the past . I hope you finsd the love you so desire and your life blooms with happiness in the days to come . Never look back for to remember causes only pain look forward to your life to be regained
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Brilliant. I have so much to say on this- I'll try to sum it up-The metaphor and imagery are beautifully portrayed. You're right- it is a combination of options- I'd like to judge this one as image-inspired- I think it fits PERFECTLY. You brought the girl in the picture to life- it was an amazing take on the portrait:
"Her head bowed low,
Weeping for my broken heart,
Crying the tears I could not."
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this a stunning piece, the imagery is out of this world. very well done and best of luck in the contest xx
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a very sad yet informative poem a nice write to share with othersm for I am sure so many have been just in this spot.
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This was very good
I can't tell you how many times I have been in this place in life. Your poem made me remember that. Very good work. Very moving. Bravo!
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Beautiful Piece
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Wow. Beautiful. I liked this a lot, poet, and I can delve into the emotions you're showing in this poem, as well as the imagery. Wonderful job.
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Loved this so much! You have a real talent. Cheers
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