#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,In the wildwoodI trembleAmong weedsThat growEven in the dark.Even in myheart,Where I havetried,to stamp them out.Today,I admittedYou had no place to inhabitbut painand I’ve beeneating saladsall weekendin some vainhopethat greenerywill sprout withinmeI am tiredIn the wildwoodI am tremblingMy bodyIs disrepairingAnd repairing Like the sunAfter rainI feignAn indifferenceTo this newWildnessEnteringI trembleAnd I write Songs totheContinue reading “#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood”