9:54 pm / 14.12.03
wish i could be wrapped in beauty
and stolen away
taken far from this day of pain
taken somewhere where i could sit under a tree
and with my face to the earth,
cry and make it grow.
my pain tree
shadowing all i fear
and all i cant feel
what a lovely tree
growing in green
yellow blossoms on its leaves
and crying in the fall we would
sing a memory
of days when ugliness haunted me
her shade would cover my beauty
until i am old and still crying
i arise and the tears have carved all that was borrowed
to leave the simple essence of me.
a thin trunk imbeded in dirt
and leaves wraped round my body
beauty will engulf me
and i'll become a weeping tree.