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The Willow’s Fulfillment Kylie Ayala
Is it fair that the elm will never lament? That the evergreen pine will never whine as if it must endure unceasing torment?
Why must the willow weep? Oh, what a curse
to live solely as
the victim of everyday despair, the ever-tearful muse!
Surely the wistful willow wishes
to feel the blessed bliss of the cypress! It ought to, for its longing leaves
hang with a dejected droop,
its distress weighing heavily
on each branch!
Perhaps the woeful willow will sense its innate pull toward
the worldly joys and jubilations, and at last embrace
its unveiling elation!
Never once would there be
an ounce of contest
that a glee was always present within its psyche–
a profuse need
to be both jolly and free!
Unbinding its rapture would inevitably raise its limbs high into the skies–
a compulsion only existent upon revelation, one that would remain amidst
its continued existence. And then,
