#undergrowth
I was the tree in your forest,
but you threw a match
on the undergrowth of my insecurities.
Never letting me grow, a potential
to flourish, grow upwards,
But you burnt me down,
every emotion was tinder's
I was ash below your feet,
but when one is burnt
down to many times.
One becomes more resilient to
the flames that are lit on purpose.
Unyielding you lit to many matches,
and the last time one stood tall.
Untouched by your demoralization,
and i grew past you
and now my forest is blossoming
i grew ever stronger
now that your words burnt out.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
The tangled under-story dwells
above dark earth, the ground's foundation:
listen to the tale it tells
while the wind's damp susurration
passes by on raven's wings.
All around us voices sing
of elder days, when on this ground
no human footprint could be found.
The under-story still remembers
life alone beneath the tress
where forest gods might bend their knees
and coax new shoots from winter's embers.
Ready always with the flame
of spring they leap to life again.
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 11:17 PM UTC