What’s one person’s rain

older poetry, altered

is another’s feed

I breathe vapours

like a dragon

I shouldn’t need to

Learn, I am my

sanctuary

The trunk’s heritage

and comfort, is obsolete

Bouncing about on the spot

and loved

I can be alive, aligned

Regulated feeding line

When my soul shakes

and the wind blows

through my leaves

Shuddered, I can turn to others

Learning to rely

on those without rocks

between their teeth

It doesn’t have to be

what I’ve always done

Passion for change

For freedom

For being me

You bite down on your

own brutality

Who cares?

I can cope when energy stirs me

I will overcome

All I want is peace