To make sense
Gather the seeds and plant them
Stems and petals from yesterday
Woven together with rose-tinted fingers
Where history is clarity
And recognition is warmth
Not for good or bad
But for you to keep
Leave the skeleton
That brought you here
From the womb and up the mountain
To the golden valley where I see you now
As strong as they were
Those bones are too old to hold you
Step out of that tiny fortress
Into the dazzling tease of tomorrow
Thick with elation and desperate unease
And open yourself
With a love so deep and true
To the force you will become
Originally published in Woroni Vol.72 Issue 1 ‘Evolution’
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