I found this earth, this softened ground,
and raked it with my hands...
I buried my soul in the middle of nowhere,
and danced to bring the rain...
This is where I will find my sanctuary,
and wait for signs of life...
And if my roots take hold and the ground starts to break,
I will pluck it from the dirt...
I will breathe it in and feel again,
My soul from organic seed...
by Clara Wilson
"Freedom was not a word, it was my Prophecy"
(Special thanks to Aydria, for always being the best muse any mother could ask for!)
