I'm communing in Amazonian country
Outside this gate it's called Loveland
where I don't shrink myself
There's no need
I stand proudly
my full 5’10
I needed these women surrounding me
Reminding me of my capabilities
regurgitating these stories
dropping resources in abundance
I empathize with them
And they
With me
We’ve all been there
We had to leave
My heart swells from their strength
It's ok
I'll begin again
I found my way to this tree
This brown swing
beckoning me
To process freely
The tree offering to protect me
Strong and sturdy
There's no anxiety
The moon peeking through the leaves of the oak
I can feel it
In its glow I soak
recharging
Like my Dust 2 Onyx cards
It makes me feel gold & shiny
The branches hold this net/hammock/swing
Brown
pretty thing
I can feel it
this tree
It wants me to come to rest in its arms
It's strength assuring
Saying come join it
It's telling me to stand tall like she
As if to say
“grow with me”
Conversation all around
Nothing loud
Then all of a sudden
Women laughing
I love that sound
This moment perfect
As it should be
Clad in purple Fenty
Processing
Swinging
Singing
Whirling
Listening
Thinking
Loving
Feeling pretty & free