buried
buried deep
in the pain of it
is your life
and mine
that we must face
to be free
i never did
hear your poem
but now
it does not matter
i can feel it
words are not needed
our bond is gone
you are you
and i am
what i am
you never truly
respected my gifts
always you have
rejected my gifts
Creation’s opposite Spirits
and now
you are on your own
healed, or sick
to work with what has grown
you have earned
your wings
to fly
or to be buried
in the Earth