Poems from young.plant
This mornings moon;
weaving itself between layers
of hills and mountains.
Though always staring,
Its craters looking through my eyes...
Eczema on my upper
arms, kid me.
Unbroken me.
Wild me.
Terrified me.
Though that's never changed.
You'd break me.
then I would.
I...
Bleak January nights
winds warp our valley with snow.
Dark desolate morning,
my snow bitten father would shed his fifth layer as he...
Buried in burls and decaying leaves,
She found me nestles in the trees.
Beyond boundaries we walked;
To water bugs performing.
Early...
To dig my fingernails deep into the soil
and feel my roots.
To lay my head back,
nestled in the deep grass.
And allow my skin to become...