She had the same wishes as I
Praying over her kids
written with a pen dipped in ink
I imagine was stolen
from master

its rare but we always find a way
to learn
to grieve
to exist
to be

I imagine her nails
digging deep through soil
clumped beneath nails
in desperation
to be human
for once

to speak freely for once
this was her life line

She was amazing
beyond the laws that tore into her
existence
children ripped from wombs
natural habitats routinely
beaten from inside her
we were never meant to belong here

Somehow the tattered
outer shell
carried no light other than prayers inside

the very struggle seemed carving like

Symbolic to a world that still struggles to see light in our dark
a shell that thrives beyond outsiders comfort

carvings still seem relevant
her speech
buried in the woods behind our back yard

her prayers

her light
dug up
like bones
in a capsule that contained
crystallized writings like quartz
Fractured pores
interconnected to earth
like tree roots

it had a story to tell
inside