I AM A LITTLE GIRL WHO LIVES IN AN OLD WOMAN. I AM NOT A PRISONER HERE; HERE I CAME TO HIDE (SANCTUARY) WHEN THE OLD WOMAN WAS A LOVELY WILLOW OF THE WISP. OH HOW GRACEFUL SHE FLUTTERED. WE ENTWINED OUR BRANCHES AS WE SANG OUR SONG UPON THE BREEZE SHE TICKLED ME WITH DELIGHT. WE WERE ALWAYS TRUSTING AND CONFIDENT. EACH DAY THE SUN, EACH NIGHT A REFRESHING MIST OR RAIN; OH YES A GOODNIGHT KISS FROM THE PEARLY MOON.BUT YOUNG TREES, young girls, KNOW NOTHING OF RAPING STORMS. I FLED INWARD. SHE DID BATTLE PROTECTING ME WITH ALL HER MIGHT ENFOLDING ME WITHIN HERSELF. FOR I WAS ALWAYS A PART OF HER, BECAUSE IT IS I WHO IS SHE AND SHE WHO IS ME. SOME CALL US FEY FOR WHAT DO THEY KNOW? IF SUCH A STORM THEY NEVER HAD TO WEATHER. NOW DAYS WE COME TOGETHER IN OUR MINDS. FOR THE CHILD IN ME IS JUST THAT.DREAMING LONGING OF MERGING BECOMING GRACEFUL AND WHOLE. WHEN THE FATHER STORMS RAGE ON THE HORIZON.IS THERE NO WAY TO AFFORD THE SAPLINGS SHELTER FROM THE UGLY STORMS? THE OLD WOMAN AND I LONG TO SEPERATE, NOT FOR FOREVER;ONLY TO SET EYES UPON ONE ANOTHER, SITTING ON THE PORCH SWING GENTLY ROCKING TO AND FRO CLEARING ALL THE STORMS THAT SHAMED US, MADE US FEEL SMALL, HATEFUL UNLOVED, AND UNCARED FOR WHEN THE GUILT WAS NEVER REALLY OUR OWN.IF FOR A FEW HEARTBEATS I COULD BE THE OLD WOMAN, AND SHE COULD ONCE AGAIN EXPERIENCE THE FREEDOM OF THE CHILD SHE WAS MEANT TO BE. WE COULD FOREVER EMBRACE TO BE A BEAUTIFUL BROOK-SIDE WILLOW TREE. LEXI HILFE FEB.2006
Reason for writing:
I KEPT THIS TO MYSELF FOR MORE THAN 40 FUCKING YEARS, I WAS'NT EVEN IN SCHOOL. I RAN AWAY FROM MY FATHER AT 14 YEARS OF AGE; BUT SADLY HE WAS ALL I HAD AND I HATED HIM AND I LOVED HIM, I LET HIM TAKE IT TO THE GRAVE ALONG WITH ANY POSSIBILITY OF EVER FINDING MY MOTHER, WHO MAY VERY WELL BE ALIVE. I BELIEVE HE TOOK ME FROM HER WHEN I WAS STILL IN DIAPERS. IF THIS OFFENDS YOUR SENSIBILITIES, JUST FINE ;IT IS SUPPOSED TO. I ONLY ASK THAT IF YOU EVER KNOW FOR SURE A CHILD IS LIVING IN THIS PARTICULAR KIND OF HELL. TRY TO HELP. 40 PLUS YEARS IS A LONG DAMN TIME TO SUFFER. THANK YOU.
Birth sign: Leo
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