Wild tender beings
dandelion seeds blowing
To sacred spaces
Wilder
journey
Weeding
Weeding and planting
Getting my soul right with Earth
Mother guiding me
Holding space
Holding space for that
Unimaginable grief
Ripping Hearts apart
Giving tree
Holding on to my
Branches, my fruit ripens with
Healthy boundaries
Living together
Camp cabins, college
Dorms, shared spaces communal
Living, tight bonds formed
Distractions
Distractions that leave
Me far from the growth that
Carries me to my dreams
Cocoons
Breaking out of the
Cocoons of past selves bursting
Out with wings spread wide
Myths
The myth of no need
Of help from others, keeping
Us in untilled soil
Spaces
Earthly spaces that
I can be all versions of
my blossoming self
Good
The good in you sees
The good in me together we
Making things better
D.S. Hollie 