But the people from my community still exist – maybe I will find them or something remotely alike, somewhere in this lifetime.
My sweet home.
Every time I walk your path, I weep tears of where you used to be
where you used to grow my mind and soul
where you made me feel warm and loved by no one but myself
I wouldn’t have been able to find that being anywhere else.
I wouldn’t have learned how to be loved without such a whimsical nurturing space that allowed my mind and thoughts to flow, allowing my seeds to grow into beautiful blossoming trees.
Trees I initially did not have the courage to climb
But I left, returned, and I climbed you
Climbed you like a ladder, piercing into my soul
searching for my one true love, lost in the infinite leaves
You- my dear, my so sincere,
my heart, my green soul, my new roots I built and found.
I’m in pieces, staring at the bulldozed hole left in my heart
by this university, by these thoughtless, hurtful people.
Did they not know?
That they ripped my heart out and left me to bleed,
out on the table while I watched, behind the trees.
I can’t believe what I witnessed
to some people it’s nothing.
To some people this is so whiny, spoiled, and stupid.
Shut Up!
You don’t understand
You weren’t there to feel it.
now no one can
My poor home.
My wise old trees
My bashful sun, always peeking through the pines but never quite making it home.
I learned a great deal- of life, of wisdom.
because of you I can feel
I can think
I can listen.
To feel you near I escape into the forest where I once used to be.
To exist, to live, to breathe.
They have no idea what they destroyed.
I count my blessings everyday that I got to meet you, see you, feel you
Be you.
Your footsteps are open wounds inside of me, but flowers will grow eventually.
Tomorrow is another day. 