twisted
the way love can grab you
in the words of a song
playing in your head from
thirty three years ago
when you thought you were
someone whole and perfect
long before you saw the way
the roots you’d grown
had taken a turn in
directions you’d never
dreamed of and everything
you thought was real
became tangled up in
everything you know is true
and there you are growing
towards the sun with all
these bits of you
exposed in tendrils
of yesterday that
look like tomorrow
dancing in the breeze
a broken ballerina
and that is the
tree of life
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April 15th, 2012 at 8:42 am
you never cease to amaze me with the beauty of your words. “a broken ballerina” – sort of bittersweet yet beautiful at the same time.
April 15th, 2012 at 8:43 am
and i know that feeling well – amazing how a song can take you back to that one moment in time so long ago.
April 15th, 2012 at 9:39 am
that IS the tree of life. your words spinning on the page, leaving the dust of everyday in the air. ps – love your self portrait. xoxo
April 15th, 2012 at 2:38 pm
perfectly penned.
…bits of you exposed in tendrils of yesterday….
perfect.
in fondest. tilda
April 15th, 2012 at 10:50 pm
you summed up a bit of my thoughts as we plan our 30th class reunion !!
xo
April 16th, 2012 at 11:36 am
Awesome!