I Express Myself Through Writing

One day I was cutting some brush and bushes. I noticed a medium size oak tree that had grown at an unusual slant. As I looked closer I also noticed a vine about the size of a very young sapling in diameter. It had somehow grown over the young oak about halfway up, and that is what had caused the oak not to grow up straight. As I continued to look at the vine, I also could see the other part of the vine called tendrils. These are like other small vines that wrap around anything to help the vine climb. In time they will be as big as the original vine. There were so many tendrils and everyone of them had wrapped themselves several times around another limbs of the oak. In doing so, the smaller limbs as well as the leaves were all bound by all the tendrils of the one vine. Hence not allowing the limbs to stretch forth straight and strong. One large limb of the oak was so intertwined with the vines that the limb had grown downward; and other vines from the ground had attached themselves to the limb as well. So the vines from the ground were like an anchor, refusing to allow the limb to grow upward just as the main vine had done to the tree. I had a large pair of limb clippers. I began cutting the one main vine and made my way up to all the smaller tendrils. With each cut the limb would began to lift itself upward, as well as all the other smaller limbs. By the time I was through which took me about a hour, all the limbs were like all the others around them. The oak tree however was still bent over at a slant. After I had finished I was sitting on the ground and something came over me. For the ones that don’t know about me. My wife of many years left me for a younger man. My world was turned upside down. I said that to say this, I was like that Oak tree. I was bent into by my situation. Each tendril was like my memory of my ex wife, as well as the pain she caused me.( For the record, I will say that I could had been a better husband. As anyone can say. In continual rechecking what I could had done to cause her to do this, I find nothing. By her own witness she said it wasn’t anything I had done. She had just fell for a younger man. ) as each tendril was pain causing my life to have no reason to look up. No matter what I did the hurt was overwhelming. I didn’t want pity, I was numb. From that I’m having trust issues. As lonely as I am, I cannot see myself in another relationship. But what if, there was a woman somewhere that could come and cut those vines and tendrils of hurt, of pain, of bitterness, of anger, of mistrust, of confusion. Is it possible that there could come a day that a woman would come alone and cut all that clear all of that away. That I, could once again stand straight and once again experience the newness of life that only love can make possible.