The Willow No Longer Weeping
repose bestowed like a willow no
longer weeping for its barren branches-
seeking only solitude when anguish
envelopes my soul in troubled waters.
for I am but a woman who blankets
herself in soft palliated ease-
no one can sever the ties I hold when
the reverie’s tow carries me under.
the breath of a lingering doe
whispers down my nape,
I am forever lost in its calming
efflorescence.
dulcet tones of an aria resounds
through my veins as if I am reminded
of my youthful dreams-
I used to be carried by weakness, now
medallion strength follows me with
pride.
I love who I love, I need who I need-
I find comfort in the willow no longer weeping.
July 1, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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