Is it the one place you can go?

the one place you can trust

those who are there

no matter where you are

or where you are going?

Is a home where you are always found

and lost to lose yourself in old memories?

I sit under the willow tree

waiting for the approaching storm.

And it comes with a

gust of wind.

I sit under the willow tree

Watching the storm

Destroy everything it can.

It blows over the trees

Tonight I let my shadow wind around my ankles

Soft fingers pulling me down as I succumb to myself.

I look inside to find a growing grasping black.

You should have risen by now, your cadence the only light

I believe.

That everything means something,

and one thing can mean everything.

I believe.

That every little mockingbird

deserves a chance to sing.