Reaching for a clue
Whilst I strain my back
Forced to retreat
To remain intact

Trust, it whispers
So fresh it chills
Its alluring essence
It borrows and steals

Takes baggage from me
Releases the weight
Now finding my balance
In this new found state

With space been created
Brings roots to access
What ones are supportive
What ones are a mess

Slowly with ease
I remove rotted roots
To find new earth
To grow now what suits

Suits this way of being
Planted with pride
With healthy foundations
I take my first stride

Into the unknown
The great abyss
As I freefall, surrender
Not a moment to miss

In this present presence
My canvas stays blank
As I wait for arts landing
These new roots now sank