My sadness spills out
wetting soul,
wetting eyes,
wetting my hard tight heart.
Moisture spreads
and I am the seed
splitting apart...
tearing the bad from my goodness,
the mean streak from my kind self,
I am ripping in half.
My past child self from her urban oasis screams
while the old country lady I've become
whispers soft soothing words to ease transition.
The pain
is ME splitting apart,
the weeping is my submission to moisture
on the warm black soil
where I now find myself
becoming
a tenderness...
a fervent green shoot
insistent on its growth,
pushes against my sides
reaching upward in yearning.
My form changes...
I begin to leave behind
the hard casements
of my ungerminated heart
as the growing joy
spreads tendrils
and climbs
one step at a time
toward the sun's shine.
wildwater
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