Grew in the womb listening to a single heart beat
and that song still resonates
loud, loud (could be a strength –
or say it may be a recluse that is me…)
oneliness equates to weakness, supposedly
but do not most things grow from a single seed?
With others in the way there is not space to breathe
to grow into the right direction
it leads to questioning the weight of one’s bones
and measuring out the depth and extent of the earth’s soil.
and moving mountains has proved hard
even when nature’s veins seem to stretch infinitely from beneath
and now the summit is becoming more defined.
i once asked the earth if my bones were enough for its soil
around about now, rather than when my time runs out
but there is a problem with such a question when
I am still
By Tayla Halfacre