When we first met I was nothing but an empty landscape.
You made me laugh so deeply that I cried,
and the tears watered a lost garden in my body.
Together we planted marigolds and tall redwood trees.
And so, I became a forest.
You were the keeper of our forest.
Cutting vines, trimming flowers, nurturing roots.
But I stopped laughing and the ground dried up.
One summer a harsh rain came and flooded the forest,
the flowers surrounded my lungs and the vines covered my eyes.
The roots bound my hands leaving me nothing to hold onto,
I was slipping farther into its depths.
Realizing it wasn’t our forest at all,
I was able to let go.
I want to change the attachment humans create.
To love, to the compelling feelings we all long for, to materialistic objects.
I want to become as independent as a lily flower.
In my forest, you were the sun
And I want to become a flower that does not need you to live.
I will prosper in the darkest places,
And relish in the light of day.