Strong Like Oak

Walk through the woods, my thoughts, my guide

A gold monarch, through vision, flies

Fresh from growth it takes to wing

the freedom soars in midst of spring

 

By web of wolf, the journey ends

at hunger of a widow's fangs

Built up of years, in moments run dry

Idle they sit, for trees do not cry

 

Skin grows thick, as hearts bleed deep,

cannot betray, which forever sleeps

Break the bark, for name of a lover

and carve your path, through dreams of another

 

For in the sun do our wings melt

no place for wax, and wills unbent

Inflict on them, the pain you have felt

Much better we drown with those we resent

 

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