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The smoke hovered away from her
like a ghost
as she exhaled into the night sky.
She knelt down
and dug up some earth
laying down her deepest secrets
for no one to find.
Surely the rain must have gone to her head
or to the darkest part of her heart.
she felt more whole without the burden
than she had ever felt before.
Screaming without making a sound..
she buried with the secret a seed
to grow into a tree
absorbing her pain as it grew
and flowering the fruit of her truths
nurtured by the moonlight
and feeding off of tears.
It would one day
grow into something beautiful
and kiss deeper parts of her
that she never knew were there.
Oh to be a tree
rooted and powerful
helpless and beautiful
outstretched arms and rooted soul
wisdom of the old
and beauty of new
this is how the darken forrest deep within her was born.