My face Between Root and Sky
My mind a tangle of what is and isn’t mine
My face Between Root and Sky
A hand against my face, I see,
the tangled limbs that live in me.
The branches twist, the veins align,
a map of earth and blood entwine.
One eye open, cold and wide,
watching seasons drift and slide.
Dawn spills red across my palm,
a silent fire, deep and calm.
Shadows whisper, roots remain,
flesh and forest share their name.
Still my eyes watch and see.
The weed and roots engulfing me
About the Creator
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Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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