Off with my head.
Energy reroutes
to stalk and root,
drinking strong and deep,
feeding
diligently.
I live.
I grow.
It is nature.
Tag: resilience
I let go.
Quartz facets
speak.
I gather each voice
quietly.
Release.
Golden honey glowing,
a light draws me forward.
I run into the sunshine,
the starshine,
the moon,
wide open.
I reclaim myself
from lying too long
in the cracks
that were you and I.
Daisies grow.
I wear the scent of the tree,
wet bark, freshly peeled back.
Tearing strips, I tie
I build my fort,
securing branch to branch.
Cedar leaflet canopy,
above me,
loud voices.
Plates rattle.
Legs, covered in dust,
my shirt twisted up.
Hair pasted to my neck and forehead.
Sticky skin. Warmth.
I stay.
No one calls me.
Sap drying on my hands.