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“The Willow”
Christopher Joseph
When rain cascaded, and the earth wore a veil of its tears,
You were there to shield me, oh Willow.
I wonder if you wonder about me.
I wonder if my name gets stuck in your throat or if your hands shake on my birthday.
We all start off pure: a baby, knowing nothing about the world around us.
We are very sheltered at this time, thinking no one could do us harm.
Some, sooner than others, realize this is not true.
In a loveless patch the seed was sown
A barren field of thorn
Then tears rained down from Heaven's face
Where heavy hearts have scorn
