Soil-Born Daughter

Into the forest I go,

To cleanse my spirit,

And come back whole.

Barefoot. Earth claimed.

Soul-bare. Unnamed.

No title, no crown.

Just me, the trees,

And this holy ground.

Soul-fed. Root led-

I lay my grief in a mossy bed.

I whisper secrets to wind-

Held by Earth's heartbeat;

Lulled by Her hymn.

We dance, we sway-

Our hearts a tandem drum.

The Sun and I sing

A harmonized hum.

My voice- the key

To a door unseen,

Carried by light

On the spell that I breathe.

I speak in code-

The ancient tongue,

Of star-bound kin,

And songs unsung.

I Am the Wild Womb-

The soil-born daughter.

Who speaks the language of the Moon,

The Cosmos, Earth, and Water.

Dirt-stained feet,

Sun-kissed skin.

The sanctuary I crave is found within.

I carry the forest wherever I roam,

No longer seeking to come back home.

For the wholeness sought

Beneath root and stone-

Lives in my breath.

My blood.

My bone.