Aspen
Every breath
gives and takes
the golden opportunity;
an embodied life.
Looking down,
seeing myself clearly;
grasping wildly
in an attempt to hold onto
invaluable moments
while
time races by.
I see your face,
cherished memories,
and the love we share
rushing towards the past.
Desperately,
I engrave your every freckle
into my memory
Every giggle
Every tear
In hopes that you will live forever
inside of me.
Devout belief
that all of our relationships
we create and nurture here
are rooted in the Spirit world
staves off
and slightly numbs
the incessant pang
telling me that nothing lasts forever.
Practicing every day
to become worthy
of remembering,
and telling our children
the story of Skywoman.
ⓒBrittanyJadeWilson
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Sweetgrass
Between every blade of Sweetgrass
there is the whisper
of those who inhabited this land before.
Earth remembering
the ones who left their offerings,
and loved Nature as their own
flesh and blood…
Mimosa
From underneath the suffocating burden
and salty tears
of
rape, molestation,
addictions, depression,
suicide, incarceration,
domestic abuse,
abandonment, neglect,
and even black magic;….
Mangrove
we have traveled
straightened our minds,
and uncovered
what our Spirits are made of….
All directions of
