You pushed me into this dead world,
cold, naked, alone.
I had to scramble my way over high rocks
(i didn’t realise they were alive)
so sharp that my fingers bled
until i lost all of my blood and collapsed.
I was just trying to find something
more like soul. (I had to find a way to fly.)
when i got to the top i jumped back down again. (that was the only option you gave me)
and my body smashed on the rocks,
and i was left with just bone for company.
i lay in the water, (not realising you were alive too)
doubting that even i was alive.
doubting that what i am
so sure of
wasn’t real after all.
you have denied me of life:
you mean, that when i tell another human about my death
they will laugh.
so instead, i keep quiet.
and I only tell my stories
to the deer. (and he listens so gently.)
but unlike you
the deer makes so many sure and sweet promises.
so does water,
i don't know how to listen
but it seems that this earth
is groaning to be heard.
and i do now know
that even you are alive.