Tree limbs

Tree limbs grow inside my stomach

Even the ones I was taught to disregard

But the heaviness comes into my awareness,

Like a lightning storm that rumbles the ground,

The tree limbs feel like ancient secrets

That I have held onto

From memories that aren't quite remembered

Not yet

Slowly

I let the liquid drain

And I notice a new layer

The true architect underneath the fog

Healing the density

That has wrapped up my essence

In ways I am only beginning to understand