Dear Tree (L)

So many times I've affiliated with doubt, but I sit in the Tree of Knowledge, a beautifully leaved tree that comforts my curves and breathes a windy breeze across my glowing face; a glow I've been graced with by a reddening sunset. The Tree faces me forward to the sea - to a life unknown and uncertain. I think I hold potential, future, in my hands, but doubt crumbles the paper and spits it from my heart. Dearest Doubt, should I forget you when you leave my shadowed souls be? When you set me free? Free - I'm free of nothing, nothing you're surely capable of.

Smile in the face of your dreading sorrows and hollowed hearts. Lighten your head and recall the start. Don't you remember your happiness? The utter joy that shattered the glass of Doubt? Such a violent peace, it was. Was it not? Your dreams are not shot, babydoll.

The tree attempts to set sail for my future, but not forever will it protect me on the docks. You see, I face the shore, and nighttime soon prevails. The branches that comfort my wrists urge me into the water, but I scream and cry in fear of drowning. The sea violently awakens and hordes my eyes with liquid salt. I cry more salt to the sea. I'm drenched with the cold and a freezing breeze. Dear Tree, will you still protect me?

Can't you predict your passioned fate without Doubt? Doubt smiles in negative highs. You breathe in when you're faced with a biased standard; can't you see clear? You succeed your past, my dear. Open your eyes and ears. Reality isn't a fear - it's sheer happiness. Adventure will lighten your shadowed souls and weaken your limbs, and make you feel grim. But better cause brings better result. Sweetheart, it's not your fault.

Darkness seeps through the faded fabric of my world, my emotions in a whirl. The Tree leaves me be from challenge and holds me in its sleep. I weep quietly, not to awaken my Tree. Dear Tree, what is life without you and me? What is a challenge without comfort? A dreamily whisper breathes to my ear:

Lesson it is, and though it seems cruel, in time you shall win the duel. The battle between you and all fools, all evils who mask their weakness as tools. Sweet Girl, don't you see the sun arising? Can't you see, the sun is smiling. Don't create it as a false hope in mind, good things will come in time.

It's held me close within my sorrow, and built me up to a ridge. Dear Tree, wont you be my bridge? I want to ask, but I know the reply. Dear Tree, do you have to die? Even when doubt dripping from my fingertips lies on the shoulders of your frame, where you wither and dry? You still stay alive, am I right? Do you hold me to darkness or light? The black water is what scares me, a mystery, as does doubt when it withers and murders your leaves. You rid yourself of my wrists, and drop me within the sea.
Dear Tree, is this the end of life and me?