I want to lay my head on the grass and have mother envelope me
Grow above and over me
t Swallow me whole
My soul wants to stomp hard, barefoot on the ground
Breaking Earth letting my foot slip pass the turning core
While my roots
Slide through the dust and dirt
Searching for somewhere to be
Somewhere that use to be
Feeling inside out with an unbearable nakedness
My spirit is not here,
My spirit has gone to the future
Enjoying what would have been
Flashing back to what was
I’m not here
I’ve escaped to the wind
I’ve transported myself to somewhere you all have not touched
To where colors beyond your stretch exist
Gone from all of the worries
Gone from the uncertainties
Gone from the obvious hinderances
Gone from ever being bent, used, depleted
Gone from these things to brood in my splendor
Just for me
Only me
I like the way this poem breathes. Nicely done.