Planting Appalachia
Two tight knees
carrying bundles of bees
but I still don’t see any honey
You’re not yourself
Carrying someone else
And your truth is only unwinding
When the balancing act
Breaks your back
You’ll know where to find me
Two tight knees
carrying bundles of bees
but I still don’t see any honey
You’re not yourself
Carrying someone else
And your truth is only unwinding
When the balancing act
Breaks your back
You’ll know where to find me
Yessssss! Totally get where this is coming from and you captured it perfectly. Particularly that last stanza. Awesome!
interesting triage
carrying…carrying….balance breaks