i left and came back
many times.
i almost left
for good,
but the trees said
stay.
the blue mountain air
called across the miles,
across the
traumas,
held me in its warm
wooded hands
and breathed back
what i needed.
this imprint, this point
of reference and reverence,
takes me out of body,
out of present:
places me
inside
the portal
to my larger self—
the goddess fortress:
where inner child,
inner voices, and
wise woman
are all held in
unison; where
everything needed is
right here: huddled within
and beneath and atop these
great pine branches;
where we can
remember
and feel
safe.
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