Dragging shards of my heart
across rooted wrists of the forest,
birds all singing sad songs
under-toe rip me through the chorus,
make me mimic the notes
yanked through the weeds, the sharp underbrush
wrong turn to eerie tones,
mud and stone monuments curse what was.
I take all my sadness to the trees and hide it in the stones and leaves. Where do you unload your heavy heart?
