the poetess is silenced.

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.