Waiting for the Light (Free Verse)

**This poem is long overdue to someone who I know won't read it anymore. I'm sorry, and I wish you would let me be your friend again.**

We stood tall just like the mighty Elm,
blowing our secrets silently through the leaves,
in a language no one understood
but everyone watched us dance in awe,
each swaying in tune with the wind.
We were so close,
our branches almost touched the day we met,
but the water fell,
and it stopped.
And as it did,
one tree became rooted,
deeply stuck out of fear and confusion,
and the combination of the two was as strong as cement.
The branches of the one stopped,
for it was held tight,
and no matter how much the other swayed,
it was not able to reach the still one,
Eventually time passed
and with that the cement grew weak,
allowing the roots their chance to break free.
But they were damaged from the rocks,
so it hurt to reach and it hurt to stay still.
But they broke free and swayed with the wind.
It stretched its branches as far as the bent limbs would go,
but it could not reach the one it sought,
for between the two stood barriers,
ones they thought they could not overcome.
Friends started to speak,
and their hateful words burned messages into the bark,
so yet again the one tree backed off,
for it figured the pain would end,
but instead the pain stayed,
allowing the messages to rot under the bark.
And no matter how hard it fought,
the infection lingered
until the wind stopped for good.
Leaving with it destruction all around,
the trees mangled and broken
seared and tortured,
all because of the single wind,
that made the trees dance
and sparkle in the sun.
So now instead of reaching out for each other
the trees stand like statues,
no longer glistening or dancing
they just stand reaching their limbs up to the sky,
forever destroying the magnificent arch
that the connection of their branches formed,
and instead of swaying with each other in the wind,
the dance that they had so long been in tuned with
had finished
but the messages still stay burned in the bark
of the possibilities, memories, and of the magic
that once flowed through the branches of each tree
when they danced under the sun,
and swayed in tune with the wind.

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*free verse-Free Verse is an irregular form of poetry in which the content free of traditional rules of versification*