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Bee's Journey

Down in the Valley The need to live won't stop me feeling suicidal, for instance, fear of facing death only wakes the will to live. It doesn't take away the lack of something real to live for, or fill the emptiness, or take away the hopelessness of what we are about to face. Looking down into that valley, my fear warns me to stand, and while my waning courage urges me to jump into the darkness, deep inside my soul I know I won't; I wouldn't be...

Bee's Journey

Tree Me I am a tree today More willow than oak I breathe with the flow Air in my hair - I pray For the fluster to calm Each quiver leaf - stilled Each bowing branch filled With soothing balm I am a willow, till tomorrow Laced with grace Will not break Will overcome all sorrow I am a tree bearing wind and rain Till they cut me back Burn me black Then I'll be ever free from pain