i was torn out of myself
my fingers clawed into soil
and my nails filled with dirt

and, eventually, my hands and arms,
with no water to wash it off,
so i had kept digging deeper

it was weeds i was pulling out,
but what i didnt realize,
was how deep the hole was.

and, what i was,
i dont remember

but it was my very flesh
that was removed from me
and nothing was filled

ill get back to who i am

with each breath of fresh air from the earth

with each breeze that blows against my face

and with each leaf that brushes against my skin

i am learning what i was
and who i will become

and what tools i need to protect that

because,
i too,
contribute to the life we have on earth