Fear in my stomach like a stone.
Face crumpling like a pinch,
dreams that clutch, needs that grip.
A shadow so tight
even hope turns into choking - let me shed it
Let my heart bloom in it, become peace,
even hope turns into choking - let me shed it
and wake like a flower in yellow light,
roots humming, spine straight,
palms like leaves in the sun, uncurling.
Let my path wind
like a secret
through moss and fern,
sweet things that grow, quiet
sweet things that grow, quiet
like love gently tended.
And let me be patient, if nothing else,
still, till it bathes me like a blessing of mist.
Let my heart bloom in it, become peace,
a garden that we can find sanctuary in.
