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