i awaken
to the sound
of pouring rain.
and
somehow it feels
disrespectful
to make any other sound.
i
quiet my breath
forcing it
to a crawl
and search
for something
in between
splattered drops
on a window pane.
b-r-e-a-t-h-e.
searching
searching
searching
the rain slows
my world dims
dampened leaves
cling to the glass castle
surrounding my soul.
the
sky
is
weeping.
I speak
to my own ears,
"listen. listen."
I.
am.
only.
a little girl.
You.
are.
strong
and brave.
in the distance
the world
rushes by.
i scream
within the chambers
of the hollowed
cave
that is
my being.
descending acorns
crash
against
a wooden railing
and
crack
open
falling
to the ground.
your perpetual reminder
to
only me.
years
rush
through me.
and saturate
my soul.
quickly.
forcefully.
a tipped vessel
of
but one
existence.
i hold my face in my hands
tight
and try squeeze
something
out of
me.
in the darkness
behind my closed eyes
you
are
an ember.
blown -
scattering
remnants
in swirling
autumn winds.
i inhale.
they grow.
i exhale.
they radiate.
you.
are.
amazing.
grace.
we serve.
we.
we.
yet
i.
am.
blind.
and
can't find
"the tree"
without my light.
