Dear Buried Soul,
Twenty-six years in this body
I want to return home.
Earth is where I am bound
Where I am connected
Here I am lost
Afloat, unchained.
Silent gravity,
No force to keep grounded
I have lost my way
Once so rooted, now not so
Cut and weeded, roots reparable
But stem now dead
In a new environment
A garden still blue and
Green to one thumb.
A comfortable vocation
But not near home
A temporary stay, an endless season
She remains
Afloat, roots unrepaired,
Stem surviving, yet only just
Here I remain
No rhyme with reason
For how long uncertain,
To only the universe
A thin thread sewed
The universe will provide
A home to me:
The only nourishment
For an ill-rooted stem
Belief alone but belief still
Enough to survive,
A fight to live.
Sincerely,
Image by Katie Smith.
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