Life Survivorship-1

It has been a heck of a few days since writing that last (really hard) letter to my benefactor. I’ve been walking around in a daze, alternating between relief that I could finally put into words what I’ve been feeling all of these years, to slinking around groups of people thinking to myself, “Did I do the right thing? Does that person know? Is that person going to stop talking to me now that I’m damaged goods?”

Here is a poem I wrote back in 2008 to help me deal with this situation. I hope that if there is anyone else out there dealing with a similar scenario, you find it helpful.

Weeping Willow

I am a weeping willow,
A solitary tree, standing in the expanse.
Pruned almost to the ground when I was still young
I must stop weeping and move on with my life –
Forget the pain and abuse of long ago.
The heavy winter snows will come once again
And try to smother me with their possessiveness.
Just when I think I will be dragged to the depths
Never to return again,
The spring sun shines forth and whispers to me that
Life is worth living once again.
Soon, my leaves begin to fall one by one
As the autumn breezes begin to blow.
Naked and exposed to the world
My branches send forth my pleas toward heaven.
I know my grace and beauty shall return.
My resiliency shines through as I survive
Through the ups and downs of the seasons.
I pray the sun will come out once again
And I will weep no longer.

© November 21, 2008
Marie de Haan

 

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