The roots beneath my skin only grow stronger I look down A look at my hands and I am mesmerized The roots are showing My mother calls Pain will not kill the tree The dirt starts filling the spaces I am cleansed in dirt This is mother’s purpose I look up The dirt is gone My heart beats in awakening Mother lies in the hands … Continue reading The Hands Of The Earth.. Of My Mother
There is a man, much older than the youth that lies before his eyes. There is a girl, that identifies as a the opposite of one. Short hair, deep blue eyes, and a sluggish walk. She approaches the man, stopping to greet him. As soon as they greet each other, a big grin is wiped across his face. As she slowly drifts into the … Continue reading Purity Within..