Dissolution

I was meant to be a tree

bathed in soil and sun

coiling my finger branches through a drenching rain

while insects chewed my heart

and I burrowed deeper into the courageous land

Until we all

soil, sun, rain, insects

were one.

But a pigeon fought a war

with a dove

and carried my husked seed into the dry season

While I starved.

I was meant to be a gale

chopped into pounding beats

on a window sill

outside the families

who cowered from the chill of my howl.

But my path was hollow

and homeless

so I howled unfettered

and I met no one

until my wind faded to a place

where my force

Meant nothing.

I was meant to be a song

rising like a soul

toward a silver heaven

where the singular

Insular

light of my tone

made salvation for the lost.

But I was caught in the throat

of a man

who swallowed me in large bites

and then slept in his chair

til I dissipated

To breath.

I was meant to be a stone

heavy and dense,

rolled amongst the grasses

and worms

who held me like a daughter,

a mother, a sister.

But I was lifted

into the thieving pocket of a clever child,

held against her candies and fairytales,

Then painted as a pebble

and laid beside her playthings

until I become a relic

of a myth

and forgotten

Amongst the dust.

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