7.18.22 Weeping Willow

I’ve always loved the weeping willow. There is just something so graceful and peaceful about the way it weeps. Today I weep. Not the graceful, shed a few tears, cry. Rather, today I cried so hard my whole body shook. I screamed so loud that no the sound came out at all. Heavy, hot tears streamed down my face. The pain was so bad. It hurt so much. It wasn’t graceful or peaceful. I want to become the willow. I want be able to handle my agony peacefully, or better yet, to not have to cry at all.