Maybe I was never sad, I was just drowning. I can’t swim. I’ll never be as free as water. I’m too grounded with the trees. My roots twist and knot underneath precious soil. I’m a web of everything I’ve ever done and everything I’ve felt and everything I couldn’t bring myself to become. The hollows in me are endless. You’d get lost if you tried to explore them. I’m sadder than the last raindrop to hit your skin. Tears adding salt to the water so that wounds can begin to heal. How holy can we become in this earthy scene? My branches are breaking. The water is turning red and I’m sinking gently. I won’t scream when the waves crash, I’ll pretend I’m waving back at it all. Maybe I’ll never heal. Maybe I’ll become one with it all. Maybe I was never sad, I was just drowning. -AMT ©️