Tiara Young

Beyond Here

As the tree hugs itself, with branches intertwined. It reminds me of how lonely it is to stay inside. Each limb has a purpose to hold on to the other, they all keep the tree grounded. No they dont smother. Each limb hugs another like sister or brother. Looking out my window reminds me of Mother, Earth. She gave birth to creatures and plants, welcomed us on her turf... reminds me of how I used to play with ants. I used to catch fireflies inside jars, but now I know how it feels... to be stuck inside bars.