I wish I knew the name

Of the tree that shaped my youth

With her soft, crumbling bark

And long, strong branches

Leading me up, up, up

Like stairs of an ivory tower

 

Escaping into her arms

With never any fear for my safety

I knew she loved me

And would never let me fall

 

It’s never been within myself

That I could find freedom

Tethered to the ground

I ache to find my hands

Grasping for well-worn holds