Crushing

A weighted blanket of pain

When life feels weighty

Find gold

Waking to the light

I felt the pain of the past

She always smelt good,

My grandmother.

I am language of love and light

A spark which you sense

What if the diagnosis was hope?

And the therapy holistic

Did someone not believe in the power of you

Or did they stamp out a vision

The kookaburra who laughed at

My entry to this place

Air on my skin delivery stories

Of past energy carried with the breeze