Gray and brown, she swims around in a trauma he can’t comprehend.
Be with me or I’ll be free- the walls of her isolation cell.
Mix and match, oh how to catch the love I saw swimming in the sea?
Rhythm and time, I’m trying to find an order to impose on how I feel.
Climb out of the water and into the woods, it’s thick and it’s dark; the leaves obscure any path.
The path I had dreamed, leaded to the tree, standing strong and tall. It’s beauty will pacify my pain.
It’s leaves have fallen, trunk has hollowed, and roots shallow now exposed.
Worms inhabit the soil, still rich with color.
Why have you hollowed? What bugs have swallowed the life right out of your beam?
I’ll plant gray and brown leaves in supple ground to nurture and water every day.
I’ll clear the brush and show them the light. Sit patiently on my hollow trunk.
Fill it with my secrets, my fears and hopes, decorate it with scents and scarves.
To show you I’m still here, though my greatest fear- you’ll see it and quietly walk away.
And I’m watering dead leaves and filling dead trees- the only receptacle in which to bare my soul.