The Giving Grass

I wrote and I sat and I sipped at a hot tea

Letting warmth take over

I attempted to collect thoughts and ideas to put into stories

My head nodded as I tried to fight off the sleep

I lost that battle

Head falling to the desk, eyes closed, hand resting on the mug

I shook my head and opened my eyes

I was in a field of grass and wildflowers

A smile made it’s way onto my face as I laid down

The grass and flowers started to whisper to me

We’ll give you a gift to protect you if you give us your name

I knew something wicked would come and so I offered them my name

I faded as I laid down a weapon in my hands

The flowers sang

We’ll give you peace if you give us your voice

And I gave and I sunk deeper into the bed of grass

The weeds wrapped around me pleading for my body

They told me they would take away my pain

So I gave

And they presented me heaven

My bones laid in the grass

Wrapped in flowers that told me sweet nothings

A weapon grasped in what was left of my hands

Grass hugged my bones

Letting me feel the fields that gave

My eyes did not see

My ears could not hear

My mind came up with the peace the wilds had granted me

Until all that was left was the nature that would take

Then gentle piano took me back to the land of the dreamers

I woke up with the full moon kissing my face

My fingers hit the keyboard as I welcomed my body back home

That dream was like no other present I had ever received

Nothing would take that realization away

I felt what it was like to allow myself to be unmade

I would never allow someone to take my spirit

My body

My feeling

Ever again