ode to the work

so i got myself a tarot reading, cause you just need an unbiased opinion of your stuckness once in a great while. through the coarse of the reading there was much which came up about mom's which lead to an evening of writing which lead to this small piece that needs a home.

she sat for three days in a cave of her own construction

she fashioned it out of anger, hate, bitterness, and despair

at the dawn of the third day, she rose up from her surroundings

lit a match

and walked away scattering seeds

cocoon transformed to ash, will feed next years flowers