”
I woke up to the squawk of a crow,the wings beating as if it were to row,
all of these years and I finally begin to know
that I have started to grow,
I have sunk down way to low,
as if I’ve been covered by blankets of snow,
Cold, broken, but then I could mow
back the grass that had been nourished by the condensation that tends to glow,
I start to plant a garden, using a hoe.
It reveals flowers, grasses, trees - gorgeous, yet slow,
It takes time to let the tears go,
until the tap slows it’s flow.
I step into the dirt of the garden, toe after toe,
I’ve come to realize that after all the yes’s and no’s,
That I’ve become my own person, with to label to show.
—Addelyne
