This Is What I Loved?

November 15, 2011
By TubaLady DIAMOND, Athens, Michigan
TubaLady DIAMOND, Athens, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
"I know how it feels to be completely alone and helpless, and the last thing you want to hear in that situation is, 'It's going to be OK. ' The only thing that seems to really help is that someone else who has felt that low expressing those feelings"


There's somrething about the trees
Less inviting. Cold and bare.
More unapproachable, more rogue.
I can't believe I love you, once,
You look despicable btween the fall
And Michigan's winter. So grotesque,
A strange figure. Monstrosity.
I walk away, but the thorny bushes
Have hold of me.

"Don't leave us" cry the trees, their
Voice and eerie screech and moan through
The wind. "Why can't you love us,
Once more?"
"I cannot, you change too frightfully."
"But we love you through change" they cry.
To show their love, they stroke my hair,
Taking too sharp a touch. Not like
Their springtime feel, gentle.
They caress me, then, quite tenderly
Soft leaves brush against me.
But now they hold me back, quite sharply.
And I'm forever lost.


The author's comments:
I was walking through the trees on our property line and they were different. Not what I once loved.

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