enough (growth/decay)

39944276-0c53-4486-8c88-5dcbca75e708by Jessica Hopkins04 Apr 2020

”If it didn’t rain, would the trees rise from the ground?”

you sent me a song, when it ended.

”it”, whatever that is. a desperate attempt to find a new season, with trees that grow tall and paths that wind like fairytales,

an apathetic effort to escape myself, into you, to escape
my own scars and stubs,
broken branches and
naked roots.

you sent me a song
like you always do

and I found my way
out of these woods, out of their
hidden decay.

you sent me a song:

”I promise that you’re enough”