I reach for the sky

thrown away, I say that they threw me away, and half of me ashes in a bonfire…
but I am still here, my branches grow roots! I snake them in these new grounds, I now say these grounds are sacred, as my blood has been spilled and I nourished it in my own defiance
-I stand within myself pulsing, I cannot die-
and as I feed, as I stay still, letting the breeze soothe me,
a sprout,
and new leaves come forth,
spring is coming soon,
so I reach higher, and higher…