Healing lands,
remedying in ways no doctor can
take my hand and
lead me to be one of your flowers.

Braving gale force winds no other can see
but if they felt it-it would
knock them right off their feet.

Yet, the flowers remain standing

So into the field I go,
to lose my mind
to find my soul.

Beneath it’s surface
I plant my woes
leave them there,
and allow myself to
G R O W.

Child of the field.