sometimes i am stuck
in the mind-skin of the child i used to be
when i’d climb my pepper tree
to hide from all
that i was not,
would never be.
this morning i awoke,
sun glancing through full branches
of my pear tree,
reminding me that love
is quite enough
and that whatever this day brings,
whatever the years may hand me,
i shall always find a tree.
Written for Marina Sofia’s prompt for dVerse Poetics in response to the question: “Describe a morning when you awoke without fear.” I also had in mind an earlier prompt of Shanyn’s that I was unable to write to.