I wish to be a willow tree
Featherlight
Slender and thin
I wish my wrists
Were worrisome
So fragile in their motion
Maybe you will think
This time,
If you grab them
Squeeze too tightly
They may
Snap or break
Take more care
If I were pretty
Softer to touch
All in all
I can't think
Of anything better
Than being referred to
As willowy
YOU ARE READING
This Is My Letting Go
PoetryYou'd think with all I have been through, I could make better art than this
