Digging up these thorny stumps
Thriving on ignorance
On tolerance
On laissez-faire and devil-may-care
I am struck by how far they reach
Anger in waves at each new root
Thick and thin and along the stem
New growth out of old...
We beat them back, try to gain ground
We ought already to have
I rip trenches in the soil
My buttercups are torn
As I grip thorns and wrench them up
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back