I walked, fast, swift, pushing.
I knew the sharpness, you know?
That deep inner pulling,
down, down: goddamn down.
In the mud.
I have tasted it before:
the sharp salt that crucifies my senses.
My tongue curls as I see it.
In the trees.
It’s not as bad as it used to be:
the fear of the season.
The change.
It has gotten a lot easier,
Since then.
That day in the car, when she said to me:
‘The trees aren’t dying you know, they are going to sleep’:
to rest:
to relax,
to grow:
within.
It’s a different kind of growing: you know?
and we all need to do it.
yep: we all need to fucking do it.
So shake that salt,
sprinkle the pepper:
and breathe so deep that your lungs climax.
Into the ecstasy that is newness:
a new season (within).
A new sprout (within)
a new birth (within)
a new emergence (did I mention it’s within?).
Feel your heart beat.
Beating.
Beating.
Powering up.
And please, for the love of God please:
know your worth:
in the deadness of the salt.
In the sting of the pepper:
know your fucking worth.
The trees do.
Oh, the trees fucking do.
So now: so do you.
In love, Matt xx
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