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Her Spirit Blossoms
Father Wind embraces her,
tickling her dry, curling leaves;
attempting to fill her with the breath of life,
as she sways back and forth.
Her bark parched, yearning to be saturated by Him,
moistening her roots,
with blossoming flowers and sweet juicy fruits,
in the core of dry seclusion.
Unnoticed, she withers without tears, swaying alone.
She is discovered.
He comes with water, joy and admiration;
nourishing her with daily love,
caresses of affection,
Joyous passion consummated.
Promises of eternity and communion witnessed.
Her spirit blossoms,
Flourishing with vows of devotion;
Rapt with enchantment,
Enthralled with gratitude.
Drenched with delight, she readies to flower.
He comes without water, joy or admiration;
Standing beside her beauty,
Looking away,
Not noticing himself.
His ax cuts through her, separating her roots;
Turning away as she falls.
Leaving her for dead, lying alone.
He brings water, joy and admiration to another.
She lies in anguish, shame and humiliation, wishing for
death;
Pain and grief sear through her being.
Why does she feel when she is cut from her roots?
There must be a mistake.
He would never do this to her,
He would never forsake, abandon or annihilate her.
She desires him back before it’s too late.
But her time has passed,
And although she is dead, her Spirit lives.
She pleas for eternal death; for the pain to depart,
Her broken Spirit floats through the air he once breathed
next to her.
Dry tears and silent cries of shame scorch through her,
burning her invisible spirit.
Green shoots growing from her decapitated base;
ebbing and flowing with fervent love.
Death rejects her;
Love eternal betrays her. |
