Gripped by all that is mine

Jarred

My hands pried…

Honey combed laced

Soft and rippled waves…

Feet, blistered and worn

The path I walk, similarly

Afraid to walk further…

Can you see what I see?

Or is my vision twisted?…

The girl with the lion mane

Unsuited, others would say…

The land lay fallow

In wait…

darkness envelopes
my form, vacant
unseen…

This deep connection,
Of you and I, my son,
It sometimes is hard for me to know,
Where do I end and you begin?…

Dear Body, ⠀⠀
I didn’t know,
I didn’t know that I have been underestimating you…

Body of mine,

I have often struggled and battled with you.

Told you to do this, not that.

Be this, not that…

waiting for the unfurling
new life from outstretched branches
dressed in a vibrant green dress…

a seemingly never-ending winding road
that sometimes seems a familiar one
that is worn in from retracing ones steps…