Mirel Wagner- Oak Tree
Her eerie gothic ghost sound chills me.
Especially on auspicious occasions when the dreariness of day inspires me to reach inwards and dream.
Tell me about your version of hell
Not the flames of eternal pain
but the way she broke your heart- so carelessly
or the way he left you sitting in the rain
waiting for the words that never could come.
Recount the moments where loneliness weighed so heavily
on your tender head
that it took a mountain of strength to lift
from you pillow.
A pillow that, should you shake it out
each morning, would tumble out the most beautiful and whimsical of
All wrapped in colors that don’t yet exist.
You didn’t know, did you?
That’s why we cry crystal shaped tears
that disappear in a salty liquid drop.
That the best is always yet to come…
That when people hurt you, really truly dash you to peices on
the sharp edges of their broken self-worth
You answer from the dark, like a raven:
I’m still here.