It weeps for you late at night, when sleep does not come easily. It weeps for the one you miss. It weeps for the dreams on the tips of your fingers. It weeps for appointments missed and it weeps for the tears in your pillow. It weeps for the silence and it weeps for the noise. It weeps for formal letters where once, language was spoken as close to your ear as possible. It weeps for betrayal, intended or not. It weeps for the friends you once were. It weeps for the colours faded. It weeps for sunrise. It weeps for a death in the family and it weeps when a baby is born. It weeps for the last time you touched. It weeps for words that can never be taken back. It weeps so hard and so much and so often. So you don't have to. So you can carry on. It weeps for you. When you have run out of weeping.
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Reason The Willow Weeps
It weeps for you late at night, when sleep does not come easily. It weeps for the one you miss. It weeps for the dreams on the tips of your fingers. It weeps for appointments missed and it weeps for the tears in your pillow. It weeps for the silence and it weeps for the noise. It weeps for formal letters where once, language was spoken as close to your ear as possible. It weeps for betrayal, intended or not. It weeps for the friends you once were. It weeps for the colours faded. It weeps for sunrise. It weeps for a death in the family and it weeps when a baby is born. It weeps for the last time you touched. It weeps for words that can never be taken back. It weeps so hard and so much and so often. So you don't have to. So you can carry on. It weeps for you. When you have run out of weeping.
Weep for me. I'm exhausted now.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how perfectly this suits my mood at this very, exact moment.
ReplyDeleteBut who weeps for the willow?
ReplyDeleteThank you for weeping for us.For expressing all our feelings through beautiful words.You are our willow although your writing is not like weeping.Mostly like healing.
ReplyDeleteMy Dad loved that tree. He died three years ago, and now, so has it.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredible.
ReplyDeleteThankyou.
it's sad if no one will weep for the willow :(
ReplyDeleteyou know what the funny thing is, it's as if the person that i used to have an infatuation on is writing this but i highly doubt it and all i would have to say to her is "now you know how i felt about you"
ReplyDeleteHey, how are you?
ReplyDeleteI only stumbled across your blog last night, unlucky me, I'm about three years too late:)
I just wanted to congratulate you on your success. So far I'm completely in awe of you! Your ability to relate to, inspire and even heal others, whether intentional or not, is a wonderful gift. Through showing the beauty and vulnerability of your thoughts and in turn a little bit of yourself, it seems you have touched people in all walks of life. 'How can any man be weak who dares to be at all?' H.D. Thoreau.
This blog is AMAZING.
You've got yourself another loyal follower to add to the masses:)
its weird how i just got done weeping earlier.....i have run out of weeping....
ReplyDeletei actually feel like i don't need to weep anymore...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Willow.
ReplyDeleteFor giving us the freedom to carry on.
Beautiful, Iain.
-E <3
intended or not, these words are brilliant.
ReplyDeletefeeling this.
ReplyDeleteThis was amazing.
ReplyDeleteMuch love and peace.
Natalie.
♥
I thank the willow, though I can't help but weep... at least when no-one is looking.
ReplyDeleteIt because because you weep. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteWho can be the willow?
ReplyDeleteI went to the woods to have one last talk with you, only to find the willow tree next to the river. I sat down beside it and I wept for you.
ReplyDelete"Why are you crying? Look around," said the willow. "Do you see the bamboo?" "Our seeds were planted at the same time." "I grew into a wonderful willow tree, yet the first year nothing came from the bamboo seed." "But I did not quit on the bamboo seed."
The second year came and the willow tree grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. "But, said the willow I would not quit on the bamboo seed."
Then in the third year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the willow it was seemingly small and insignificant... But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall. It had spent those three years growing roots. The roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive.
The bamboo had a different purpose to the willow. Yet they both make the forest beautiful.
Thank You and Happy Spring Day Willow*
you know what the funny thing is, it's as if the person that i used to have an infatuation on is writing this but i highly doubt it and all i would have to say to her is "now you know how i felt about you"
ReplyDeleteyou could be my ex.
that breaks my heart, even more.
why does it break your heart if it's your ex?
ReplyDeletethis is beautiful...
ReplyDeletedon't stay that long...
i miss you*
but you don't really know if i am your ex or if you think i'm someone else. buti can tell you i do still sometimes miss my ex dearly but all we can do is either confront them and speak how we feel or we can just forget about it because there's always more people out there.
ReplyDeleteHe knows how i feel.
ReplyDeleteLately not even the willow can weep enough for me not to weep along with it. I feel my heart slowly crumbling, yet I cannot get myself to step back and fix things for myself. Please, willow weep stop weeping for me, just to show that someday, I, too, can stop.
ReplyDelete*willow stop
ReplyDeletenot, 'willow weep stop'.
There's never anyone
ReplyDeleteas good as him.
I don't care what anyone says.
I don't care what he says.
It's true.
And it will always be true.
And so I weep.
And if the willow weeps for me,
it is only out of pitty.
It sees how pathetic I am.
How I did this to myself.
I would weep for me too.
Last night, the tears finally came as I kept it hidden for quiet sometime and it was a liberating. But last night is enough. The willow tree outside my flat building can do it for me and I would stand beside it, to comfort each other, for weeping for me.
ReplyDeleteThe tears for myself and others may be the prism needed to rediscover the rainbow that is me. That is you.
ReplyDeletei need a hug right now.
ReplyDeleteI feel the tears threatening under the surface half the time. But I am done crying now.
ReplyDeleteThank you for writing. Your words are my therapy.
ReplyDeleteIs that why I never see you cry? I wish you you would cry or show some kind of emotion o me... and honest emotion.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the tears when my eyes had gone dry.
ReplyDeleteThe willow is my favorite tree so I understand it weeping. I doesn't matter what day it is I always find myself weeping when you run across my mind. Maybe it because I don't want you to just run across my mind but to stay for awhile. To just be with me. So we weep for you. I only hope you find happiness in the moment of your life. I love you!
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