Picture It Like This
Picture it like this….
Lovely family tree branching out
towards the great infinite divine.
A woman lost inside her cave and
can’t crawl out of her sadness.
The tree keeps growing yet the
leaves keep falling and by the
time Spring comes there is
nothing left but dead wood.
Maybe she can use it for a
bonfire. Maybe she can burn
all the distress away like a
faded gray cloud. Maybe she
can try to chase dreams afar
before the retraction of life
kills her. For she is unworthy of
the love that has been offered
many a time. Nowhere to run yet
too many places to hide. She crawls
up into a ball like a fetus not ready
to be born yet. For every tear cried
two more aren’t wiped. How can
her life be so tragic? What did
she do so bad she needs to bleed
to survive? She will not survive it
this time. There are too many
minutes stacked against her and
every day that passes another one
enters just as miserable as the one
she has lived each day previous.
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: May 8, 2016
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2016
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