I wrote a poem
I didn’t realise at first, I had my mind occupied so many times and I never had the time to stop and think and though I always felt a little tug at my heart I thought it was to protect you because you’re different and similar but in so many ways completely specific and it is, I do, want to protect you like a friend, like a brother, like my baby, like a little flower sprouting in the earth because you’re already a one hundred year old oak with the ability to bend like willow and change at will as you see news lights emerging, you reach toward them and how many other things you see without even needing to be told your perception spans further than the ocean and you sit in a rocking boat doubting yourself, getting sea sick from the thoughts and judgements of others when all you need is an anchor and a little book to tell you, you are right. you are the home in the forest I was born in with the ivy and the honeysuckle and the rabbits and we are the wolves. you represent the balance. but I can not grasp how you survive the bitter harsh winters and the scorching hot sun when those around you are so greedy they drink all up all the water, so you’re afraid to grow.