There was girl who lived in the countryside
	She had the bluest of eyes
That could blend and fade right in with the sky
       The long, eloquent brown hair
	    That when you saw it, it seemed so fair
Drifting and floating behind her, as she went everywhere
	The complexion of her skin so fair,
        it had a feeling of silk or velvet
It’s a feeling that tickles you everywhere
        The mid and power she had inside
You could look and look, but never in this countryside
            could you find a girl so divine.

     The feelings and pain she hid, you’d never know
          What she locked up inside of her, would begin to grow
The absence of strength, self-respect, and confidence where missing
The dark secret life she built around herself
	You could never tell
She would make a comment or a sign
       It was like no one had the time
	but who would have known
       She realized in the end, no one was listening
The nights grew long, she could tell time kept her guessing
That’s when her mind got twisted and she’d sit dwelling
The crying got longer and the days got harder
When the tears ran down her cheeks, it smeared her mascara
    Then her fantasy and vivid mind,
    The colors she did have in her head began to die.

    There were places where she could go to escape and get away
Her favorite was the Willow tree out in the meadow upon a hill far away.
Deserted and lonely that was the place she loved to stay
	Behind the limbs that dangled with leaves
That were ever so healthy, bright, and green
It was her world in that circle that was blocked out and clean.
     That space, her world where she could be free
	A place where she could dream
   Of all the power glamour, and fame
She never knew this would be her final resting place.

      The time went fast and the day got short
Then the problems in her head got to be more
she knew the dreaming was over and the childhood was gone
And reality set in, it wouldn’t be long
  She was attached so much to her mental instability
She thought the love from her parents was conditional
     something she got, only when she used her abilities
She would give all to go back to the Willow tree

	The night under the Willow tree
	The tears came down
      She knew she couldn’t turn back now
             In the moonlight she laid still
Only once in a while she’d get a chill
     The grass around her glittered with a gloss
The drops of dew began to change to frost
     The night sang with such a rhythm
      there was nothing that could make it diverse
      The last thing she wanted to think about was this haunting curse

	She wanted it to be slow
	Just to let the pain grow
   The knife, she rose it above her chest
  to use hostility and bring it down with clarity and zest
Life slipped away and the warm blood ran from between her breast
The body endured the pain as she took one last breath
    the body lay still and her spirit free
In her life she got one chance to be happy
	That was dying under the big, old, pretty Willow tree.


WG
March 1998

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