The Weeping Tree.

The following was inspired by this photo.

The following was inspired by this photo.

Beneath the weeping cherry tree

Is where you’ll find a restful me

And when I’m dead, my soul is gone

They’ll lay me here, beneath the lawn

For this is where my fantasy grows

Of dragons, witches, elves and trolls

Papa’s hand, as hard as rocks

Can’t touch me here, deep in my thoughts

And Mother, with her constant sleep

Won’t notice my absence between her weeps

In my red dress, against the tree

I find redress surrounding me

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I am a 20-something living in Rural, USA. As an engineer for a worldwide famous consumer products company, I manage million-dollar projects in a manufacturing environment. I like to write about what it's like to be a woman in a factory of men. But there's a lot more to me than my career. I have a very storied past. Check out my "About Me" section and my blog posts to find out more! Enjoy! :)

Posted on March 26, 2013, in Death, Depression, Family, fear, Love, Relationships, Therapy, Writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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