My Sanctuary by Clara Wilson

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!)