Wrapped up let down in
between fingers laced together,
slightly above a whispered
prayer.
Calloused roughed up second skin
Proof. Of mountains bowed to
gravity pulling them in by their teeth.
Pushing through cold level ground,
caves and rugged night to
let the sun
shine. Warm. Heal.
Where you’ll find me bathing all
my rips and tears to be grown over
with new earth.
Watered and planted.
Sprouted, stretching, curious
little seeds hungry for colored bloom,
where draught had slept before
my hands were clean.
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