Swords and bonds
bonds and swords
I cut away at roots
that kept me potbound
then stepped out naked
naked as a fern in winter
naked as a rootless fern in winter
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As if by magic
so much new space fills my room
I can walk up to the window
put clothes away
access empty bookshelves
at first it feels expansive
I'm tantalized by frontier territory
then I see the battle forming
what will push to fill it
extra love
or
extra fears? |