Planting Season

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I am a woman of wonder.
Cast into this realm of mortality,
I seek to cleanse my accounts.
Growth is a process of unlearning.

A maze of reckoning lies ahead.
Boundless is the darkness that blankets my consciousness.
I am free

In meditative silence
I see beyond the bindings
of science and psychics.
See beyond the concrete of our earth,
Into the abyss.
And receive the abundance that lies above.

An enchantress in her element.

The road to redemption is a tedious feat.
But I promise no one regrets the journey.

We build clocks yet curse the ticking.
Fear the marching
of the clicking.
The sound
of our own demise.

Slow down moon child.

Time is but a construct
A bid to control the everlasting.

Breathe.
Time is arbitrary
For the essence is eternal.

Flesh is fleeting.
The fossils that house our souls wither away
Then vegetate the grave.

It’s memories that house that coffin.
Create them.

Memories are trinkets.
For power is experience gained.

Fragments of realization pieced with growth.
Benevolence is vested within.
Be patient.

There is merit in this pursuit.

Healing wounds
leave threaded words
Written testaments
of hope.
A survivor despite the climate.

And when sun shines
I smile.
Her warm hug dissolving into my skin.
Recharging my system.

Aoife Cunningham

Previously: Aoife on Broadsheet

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