These are the things that shape or shake.
They recreate or break your faith.
Who you are is wrapped around the thick core of who you’ve been.
The core is verdant and alive.
And when you snap, the sap leaks out and there you are.
All your thought grow from your core; when you put ink to the page it all spills out.
It’s all those times someone told you it’d get better but here you are
You are me and I am you and you warned us
You warned us and weaned us like a babe’s mother to her milk
to make it hurt less but
it hurt sooner