Born into school With Mother Earth, My heart contained A seed at birth. And when it burst, My heart broke too. Heartbreak is The way I grew. My hands grasp up, The sun leans back. I’m nourished by What I long for, lack. I flex to rise up While pulled down. My stature’s made By force of ground. I’ve flowered with The rain that fell, Where it came from, I hope to dwell. Here, cracked open, I fall apart, And bleed in patterns, I must be art. Some of my traces, I leave behind. They may be followed, I must be sign. These days, I tilt With arcs of sky, While grief pursues, Saying “you too must die.” A strange relief, Yet sad to go, This want to leave Still longs to know, Who or What Put seed in me? Which is better, To act or be? When I depart, Do I return? Do I recall All that I’ve learned? Will you be near me Wherever I go? Is it not enough To love and grow, And to dream to learn why, Made so tall, We, like snowflakes, Melt where we fall?
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