It is what it is

I surround you, with my many arms

I shelter you

Letting you hide behind my body

Letting you lean on me while you cry

Sometimes you kick me, parts of me fly

I love it when you scar me with hearts and initials

You chose me to share your love

My roots run deep

My lines circle with age

And just when you think I've kept you from light

An unexpected breath blows the curtains of my hands, to make little holes of beauty
to light your path.



Heather K.