Within the hour I’m twisted. A different person. New insights, new light, A new world. Wandering around familiar places With a new sense of feeling.
The weeds that have taken over my yard Are now connected to me. My yard is the outcast in neighborhood. Unclean, unkempt, unwanted. But now I can see, That my yard is me, personified. These weeds are mine. They sprouted and spread because of me.
As I walk through them They no longer disgust, But cling to me. I take root near them. I feel I have always been here.
The willow tree gives me shade from the stars and the moon. Its hanging branches cover me with open arms. Its leaves, just upside down weeds; Reaching out to me, Melting me in…
The air is humid. The wind blows heat. And now the ground turns soft. My yard has become a marsh. My own swamp. I am unafraid, But left wanting.
What have I turned into? A new being In a different world, But all alone. Has it always been this way? Will it ever change?
This scene is forever marked on me. A memory that can never be left Or forgotten. A portal on my skin. Now I can always return to my marsh, My swamp, My kingdom. Maybe I can take you there and never be alone?