this is hard
this turning of the wheel
this filling of blank pages with a mess of feelings and ink
this is being alive but not living
this hovering just out of reach
this do not touch me aura mixed with kindness and warmth
this is the struggle
this wiping away of a decade of growth
to start a new garden in its place
this is being the seed
before the soil and sun can crack your shell
and set you free
being the seed [poem]
