i reach for mother i reach to the earth i stand with tall trees and witness a birth i reach for father i reach to the sky i soar with eagles who teach me to fly emerging from winter fragmented, alone i create from mySelves a new cornerstone reclaiming each splinter with love, time and space repairing the fractures at slow, even pace fear is the scout who paves a safe way love is the guide who fires the clay i reach for the mother the stones hold my tears the trees are my witness i weep for lost years the winter is ending hope springs from my womb i suckle the newborn and watch mySelf bloom

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