She Who Would Grow Into the Earth
a poem
most soulful of cleansings; Springtime’s blossoming flourishes to release them all cutting herself to freedom not holding on for those who’d done her harm while ever still that one persists, so part of self the rest can burn and rot her heart was done with all the dirt instead she sought out Earth itself to hold intwining so with soul beneath a mothers grasp — such desperate need uncovered at last, her cave in which to sleep transforming into herself and so much more to freely find her goddess flow so tightly gripped as part of all in forever-sight of that birthing sea falseness released truest peace now hers received from grace itself her home, her refuge, herself it’s warmest hug becoming — ever slowly roots coiling sustained by light of heart fed so by her own flowing tears she would reach into the sky leaving branches for them to climb allowing them to rest upon her structures in their time, in their way if they chose complete now, no matter a part of something more love itself
