My soul the bark
growing through cracks and weather
protecting the space and grain
known to me as me
growth up and out
reaching for new air
grasping, fighting parts of yourself for sun
not wanting rain, knowing it is enevitable
dew is ok, mist fine, but rain is truth
drops pound down piercing leaves with cutting loss
denial gives way to perspicacity
She is gone
perspicacity \pur-spuh-KAS-uh-tee\, noun:
Clearness of understanding or insight; penetration, discernment.
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