I remember what I used to be,

When I was sweet,

Before injury carved me

Into something it could use,

A ruse to confound and control.

But I have found a way to renew my soul.

I’m regressing back into the wild and beautiful thing

That grew on the side of the mountain,

The vine that knew

How to dig its roots deep through the rocks and soil,

How to turn its leaves to the morning sun

And follow it til day was done,

And sleep and dream and rest

And be 

At peace

And sweet again.

🌸😁🌸

-jenn