every element
of self
i took eyes on
and thirsted
for my knowing
deeply
Tag: inner work
Tear in my throat
mind set to silent-mode
heart catching
and
catching
on scar tissue
Sometimes I need to scream,
cry,
throw a fit adult sized.
Then I work
once the lump in my chest moves on.
She succumbed
and fell beneath the parchment and pen.
Her eyes emptied.
Her mouth forgot to crack open.
The woman I was is used to this.
Tree roots need to eat.
Off with my head.
Energy reroutes
to stalk and root,
drinking strong and deep,
feeding
diligently.
I live.
I grow.
It is nature.