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Lost and Found


nature’s always made me feel the calmest.

when i was alone i wasn't lonely bc i had the trees watching over me. making sure i was breathing, being my guardian angel, there was no place like home in the grass on my purple yoga mat.

 

its almost time for me to move out

into the world where one day separates my child and adulthood and

i think i know where i want to go but of course im not sure

because where i’ll go, won’t have my trusty trees.

Around them im found profound, secure.

Beyond my backyard, i have no idea who i am or what is waiting for me.

 

running through the fields and valleys searching for peace so where is it?
nothing but my optic nerve stress and the dehydrated freeways are here to keep me company
as we float through towns and county in dark, in silence

away i was. from my family, my friends my comfort my mommy
i felt me folding inside of myself, square rooting by the second
opportunities like this don't just happened.
my mother fought dragons for me to be here today, in all of my glory.
she made magic happen, glistening fairy dust appear out of thin air and her struggle i will never be able to comprehend
her burden i can never fully carry.
but her willingness i admire
she is the sacrificial lamb.  the horse turned glue. and that glue is keeping our family together. our life together. me together.
People can see with the naked eye that i am lost. Looking for my next challenge to tackle,

not losing myself just misplaced, it's time to reassemble the team

every failed attempt to be something i'm not proves me wrong, that i am not as strong as i thought i am but my tolerance for life is as strong as the arms of my mother that brought me into this world and could take me out.
the barring weight of it is too great, and i refuse drop the ball now.

Because of my trees, I promise I would do anything.

 
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