And suddenly
The leaves are back on the trees
Reminding me that nature rebounds
Faster than I can heal

I'm free as the ocean,
brighter than the star,
calm as the earth,
and gentle as the wind,

but at times
I feel as if

I'm drowning in the deep
burning from the light
Buried in the dirt
and cold as the night

when you grow up
five, four years from now
seven, six months older
no need to wonder; never suffer

splitting head; broken bones
one more crush, three more crunch
stolen fingers; freshly sliced flesh
three wounds to bleed, more cuts to heal