sorrow

 
I climb into the tree of sadness
its branches old and gnarled
it gave me rest from my melancholy
I didn't have to pretend to be happy here
the guardian accepted me as I am

many before me climb into its arms
it was old and wise
had heard it all a time or two
there wasn't a sorrow not known to this denizen

my friend since childhood
I would refuge in its great branches when frightened
I told it my secrets
it never told a soul

my heart felt like it might break
if it wasn't for my guard and friend
finally when I could sob no more
the wind rustled its leaves
and at last it whispered

"is that the last of your grief?"

"have you shed your last tear?"

"then listen closely child
your feelings define you
bear them with nobility
they make you human"