She

I stand quietly in the distance,watching...waiting beneath this willow tree. 

It's so beautiful in it's existence...it's arms stretched out offering me

 protection from the cruel noon sun. It's the only one for miles, barely 

noticable from the beaten path yet, i have found it , again, today. 

For months now, i've traveled the same path careful to keep

the course exactly as the day before.I've been here so many times before

 that i can see the destination even before i begin. When i arrive, the setting

is always the same....sun scorched earth, fields of wheat as far as the eye

 will allow and nestled neatly in the middle.....a cottage of sort standing on 

shear will. Off in the near distance, this tree of ages.

She's always there, relentless in her actions,looking out from within 

the humble pile of timber and nails which confine her.The wood is aged 

and taterned protected by a historical excuse of tin which keeps the rain

and unwanted out. She's always there, looking out through  a dust stained

window curiously viewing the world around her. Not once has she ever come

 out. Not to say hello,not to say goodbye...not one single time.

We have spoken though, in the recent weeks. She tells me of her

 fears in life and her hopes in love.She opens up a little more each day. Each 

conversation becomes a little less abnormal while talking through petrified

walls, for she will not come out. I respect her wishes and donot push to

 withdraw her from her place of comfort. I've come to realize that she is 

more than a simple fascination,....she is MUCH more...So much more.

Each time that we speak, it begins with me standing at this

 willow tree.Shortly after my rest, i capture her stares from within her

walls.She calls to me and i answer with my immediate presence. 

I've come to decipher things in a different perspective. So,

i've choosen to make a difference,  a change. I come to her, on this day 

with heartfelt intent. Slowly, i venture to her window respectfully cautioning

my every step ,......carefull not to alarm her. With rag in hand, i gently wipe

 away the conflicts from her view. No more dust, no more stains. Nothing to

 impair her views.And then, i return to my point of rest beneath the tree

 of willow.

With my actions, she is released from her confines,.....able to

 see everything for what it is meant to be.Able to see me...here....at this place

Now, i must wait, without  restrictions.

Nothing to impair her,slow her,...stop her.

So, now i sit here, beneath this willow,...eagerly waiting,..

watching,....hoping,that she might come out. I know that she can see me 

now, for i see her. I know that she wants to,...but will she?

Author's Note

I knew someone,once, who was trapped by her own comforts. Unwilling to discover.Unable to "see" the life which so eagerly urned for her attention.

Reviews

[_mal]

Really beautiful, I love your style

[Constance-Outspoken]

There's always something alluring in drawing someone out of a shell they hide within. I've never been able to resist it myself. I've made some remarkable friends in that way, and been burned by it as well.
This makes one wonder what happens next. You've drawn us into this world with her very closely, without showing us who she is. The reader wants to see, too.
Again a few technical issues... but those can be fixed quite easily, and your work is rife with emotion and warmth. Working through the little technical crap will be very much worth the effort. Always willing to help, too. :)