(My first poem in a very long time – because I write poetry now!)

Part 1: Pieces
Bits of me
Floating in the wind
Trying to come home.
They look like droplets
In a cloud
Just out of sight
But all around.
Where do they go
When they’re high in the sky?
Will they ever come down?
Part 2: Darkness
I fly a kite
From deep underground,
Wailing and pulling,
It drags me down.
I want to go up,
Feel my face in the sun.
I want to feel light,
Like a bird flying high.
Where are they going, way up there?
Can I go with them, and fly through the air?


Part 3: Rooted
My feet are stuck.
I can’t leave the ground.
But bits of me fly
Around like a cloud.
I want to be free,
Feel my face in the sun.
I want to feel warm.
Feel safe.
Feel one.
Part 4: Creation
I gather the pieces.
They come.
I glow.
I bring them together,
I feel safe.
Feel warm.
Slowly I build
Myself from nothing.
Build back up,
And grow
From the soil.


Part 5: Beginnings
From deep underground
My roots push down.
They feel grounded
And safe
And warm
Underground.
The soil is rich,
They reach for the sky –
Come bursting out,
And rise up high.
Part 6: Nourish
Little droplets
Circle and swirl.
Come down to the seedlings,
Settle.
They grow.
Bits of me
Floating all around,
Nourish the plants
That grow from the ground.


Part 7: Dream
Each finds a place,
I pull.
I grow.
The sun on my face;
I feel warm,
Feel one.
I dream of clouds and stars,
Of all the things
I could have been.
I’m out there,
Every possibility,
Written in stars.
Part 8: Infinity
I feel one with everything.
One with myself,
And all of me.
Everything
That could have been
Is there.
Like a blanket,
Covering me.
Warm.
Safe.
I finally sleep.
All is well.

