Uprooted

I was like a wild ravaged woman
legs and arms enmeshed and entwined
around this earth as her lover.
Holding tight. Holding on. Not wanting to let go.
It was time to let go.
 
I’d given my soul to this land.
Poured my blood each month onto trees
we’d planted on our sons’ birthdays.
I’d buried creatures in the soil.
Painted stones in remembrance with their names.
Resurrected life in ways I can’t explain.
It was time to let go.

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