Ember-Vine Newey
Joined October 2023
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I Come From The Trees
The house was not a home, but the tree was. The tree stood tall and magnificent at the centre of our back yard with wide sweeping branches that swayed in the wind and rustled peacefully. It was my favourite place, a refuge from the storm of the house. A wooden swing hung from a high branch attached by thick ropes. I would escape the house and leap onto the swing whenever I could, pumping my legs until my feet reached the sky above the house. When I could see my toes touch the horizon, I would imagine I could fly, dreaming of somewhere better than the house and yard that I inhabited; somewhere I could be myself, where I could be heard, a place where I could be free.
By Ember-Vine Newey4 months ago in Psyche