in this,
my unwinding tree,
the tree that holds all despair,
the tree that catches all my tears,
and from each tear flowers
another blossom of divinity.
the divine petals of each flower
filled deep with hurt and pain.
when it blooms you hear the cries
of all whom have met their demise
from happiness
each cry carries on the unforgiving wind,
down the mountain
upon which the tree is nestled,
deep, unmoving and immersing all in shadow.
and in the darkness of it,
down the rocky, rigid slope,
surrounded by the cries of lost hope,
the deepest, darkest caves…