Self Portrait as the Weeping Willow

 

Reservoir in my eyes,

current of my heart,

snapped the twigs of

my veins.

 

The fear, I feel. From

My head to my toes. 

 

Like the the song I sang as a child 

head, shoulders, knees & toes.

 

It surgeries throughout me,

through my limbs. Planting my figure in place. 

 

Stumped.

 

Large limbs stretch

around. Protect my

roots.

 

Shield my skin.

 

Silent the weeping

that willows along the

land of grey and

just before the storm. 

 

I will stand.

 

Stood straight and bold.

 

But colorfully exotic.

 

k.m.