WhiteWillowLady
female, 38 |
Intern, IT
White Lace / United States
member since 11.12.2008
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Intensive dreamer.
Weeping without Sound
Singing in silence
Dancing in thought, though not deed
Hiding beneath the boughs of safety
I weep without sound
Reaching ever-downward sweeping arms to the sky
My own inertia defeats me
I cannot fly
Limbs waving in the wind
Digits fluttering with the slightest breeze
Torso bending and twisting with strain
Still I stand firm
Branching roots locking deep beneath the ground
I feel the rock beneath me
I cannot move
I must sing, or disappear
I must dance, or lose myself
I must bend, or else I break
I must weep, or become hard
Wanting to fly
Rooted to the ground
I remain
The Lady Willow
Transitions
Transitions
are Changes
small at first
tiny little steps
made one at a time
sometimes no one sees
the miniscule alterations
that eventually grow together
finally compounding themselves
into an entirely new creation
somehow stronger than before
somehow far greater
more magnificent
until it's time
for the next
Transition
4/6/2004 Ro Marie
I've been through a lot, more than some, not as much as others. One thing I most firmly believe: each one of us can change ourselves and change our world, just one action, one smile, one thought, one atom, one electron at a time. |
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