Healing Arts

Blossom without water, burst forth! A flame.

Disarmed, detached – no caterpillars cocooned.

Sheered, pruned, amputated,

Bereft.

Ashamed, so ashamed I silenced my cries.

I grew despite, I grew because

Extended, extracted, expanded – unfurled.

I did survive amidst the barren ‘scape

Between pebbles and stones, my roots did bind

A cushion of comfort and a blanket of truth,

Ease. Such ease. Even in drought.

…

Last night I dreamed of rain.

An umbrella of clouds adorning the sky,

a misty dew to caress my skin.

I begged the Sky, the Stars replied,

“We watched and waited til you knew your strength.

This courage is yours, a treasure to keep.”

A drizzle at first, a string of pearls,

Horizon bejeweled with gems serene.

I no longer needed the drought to Be,

That is, therefore, I am.

The Cactus