on the surface, it is true i love, i see, i dance, i move we breathe, we laugh she listens and waits as i sleep, and i wake still in disbelief still afraid
the grass curls around my pacing feet and kisses my heels as i apologize for breaking her bones
i beg to be weightless i beg to be free of the burden of not knowing the things i don’t see
i beg for her to watch how hard i am trying- but my fear of dying leaves me wilting into the ground
please plant a garden over me step gently over my body ill try to grow into something beautiful
i swear i won’t make a sound i swear that ill be content as long as you’re around
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the importance of death - i am reminded each spring as the Earth awakens and stretches her arms gently caressing my sides
the importance of loss - as it brings flowers like soft clouds on the trees around town
it is now that she speaks to me most clearly like my mother, my creator, my body, all one.
i feel the trees breathing i hear them talk of colours they’d rather be and places they would go if they had my feet
i hear them talk of the empathy we lack the forgotten kinship our disconnect from the seasons our disguises and aching backs
but i’ve never once seen fear in their eyes because even without our love the stars come out at night and the trees continue to bloom every spring with or without you