I’m sitting 

                                                                      in the wet grass of the early spring sun looking

                            through the branches of an oak tree.

        Her branches reaching out

                                                                fracturing the sky with her growth.

 The shapes she makes with her arms remind me of the scars 

                      that fracture my skin

                                       making new 

                                                  the body around it

Allowing more light to shine through. 

My scars 

          and the branches

                                                                                both proof of growth, of pain, of change.

They belong to each other

                                        and each 

                                                   to the greater system that helped them to grow.