Mountain

You did that and my insides were outsides for awhile, but I recovered.
Now I've got the rainbowy hope again.

You're gone and I guess it's OK because we see the same moon.
I'm all feathers and shivers and armor and future.

I'm standing tall, striding proudly towards this victory, whilst my strange little heart lays in the dew-licked grass and whistles about you and me.

I suck at the juiciest mango and my eyes flutter and I recall my head resting snuggly against the mountain of your shoulder and my hair a river cascading down your valleys.

I love you.

I can march onwards, beating my drum and forging my dreams, but one day I'll meet you where the sun caresses the waves and we can dance.

Transformation, WIP

Imagine!
I've discovered that all these ruthless anchors that pulled my veins and tendons towards the earth, are actually tools!
I can use them, not as weapons, but as machines to build my future.
That stone wall that kept me trapped inside?
I expanded it and now it guards against fear.
Those tears that fell every night?
I acknowledged them and they now convene inside to keep me afloat.