The Desolate Woman

February 6, 2009
By xxxCrazyMarzGirlxxx SILVER, Portland, Oregon
xxxCrazyMarzGirlxxx SILVER, Portland, Oregon
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In my delusion
I saw a desolate woman.
Looking decrepit,
she was plagued by cancer.
She doesn't know trust
or peace.
She only knows the hope
that hangs by a thread.
She's all alone, everyone is dead.
She holds her face in her hands
and hides it from the stars.
Her feet are like roots
so she cant leave like the scars
made by her memories.
She could not see me
because i was a willow tree.
she hopes someday
she'll meet them again
in a world of peace and beauty.
I cant help but wonder
if I wasn't a tree
if I would of hugged her
because she needed a sweet embrace that wasn't her own.
That night she died alone


The author's comments:
I wrote this about my grandmother on my dad's side who lives alone in an empty big house. She doesn't have cancer but she claims she could get it. I want people to realize that you should make things right after you fight with someone because they could die or leave you any day and you would be left with bad memories of them and they would have the same.

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