Tomorrow is another day.

I lost the place that helped me feel whole again

The space that help me find myself

I lost my home

A piece of my soul was stolen

But the people from my community still exist — maybe I will find them, or something remotely alike throughout my 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 else but myself

I wouldn’t have been able to find that being anywhere else

I wouldn’t be able to learn to be that without such a whimsical nurturing space that allowed my mind and thoughts to flow and my river to overflow, allowing my seeds to grow– flourishing into big beautiful blossoming trees

Trees I initially did not have the courage to climb, but I left, then returned, and I climbed you.

Climbed you like a ladder piercing into my soul searching for my one true love in the infinite leaves and pines up in the trees

You my dear, my so sincere, my love, my heart, my beautiful green soul

My roots

My new roots I made and found

The way you make me feel so whole

I am in pieces thinking of the giant bulldozed hole left in my heart

By this university, by these unthoughtful 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 stupid, whiny, annoying, and spoiled

Shut Up

You don’t understand

You don’t understand the ever growing magic of this place

You weren’t there to feel it

And now no one can

My poor heart

My poor home

My wisdomious trees

My beautiful sun peaking through the pines but never really ever making it home

Yet, I was still so happy and content

I learned a great deal of things

Of life

Of wisdom

Because of you,

I can feel

I can think

I can process

I can understand

I can listen

I can hear

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 have been able to meet you, see you, feel you

Be you.

Your footsteps are big gashing holes inside of me but flowers will grow eventually

In your craters

Filled with your love

To my sweet home, forever be

Camper Park