Member Poem

Diagnosed with doubt
Was I going under pine trees
Took me a minute
To lose the agonies
Wet soil smell
As a reminder to me
That not only me on the way
But the little ones looking for
Proud steps ahead
That stop me again
On go
Ballerina feet
To not get in the way
Although this way
I feel like the road I take
Gets in the way of me.
I lose my balance
With pebbles
Weighing down the crystals
But I need to stay focused
I need to remind myself
“There was no oxygen
Coming out of the concrete road
To harmonize”