remember all the bricks i have laid down when we are finished here.
remember the boundaries i have placed.
remember the way the birds left the trees;
they are with me now.
they won’t stay anywhere they aren’t safe.
i am trying to learn from them.
i am trying to learn from the mistakes left carefully in my care,
these tender seeds that take so long to sprout,
so long to do anything but wallow.
i must remember that tears are not my enemy.
i must remember the shallow sound in the deep, dark room.
i must remember the echoes of love. of death. of life. of forgiving myself when it is hard.