Words | Krystle Alice

One of these days you’ll stretch your branches toward the sky, 

into the clouds and sway. 

Breathing in the moments of clarity they contain. 


As the sun sets, you’ll bask in the shades of sunset, 

knowing that with a final hue, 

a final word, 

its light can no longer blind you.


You’ll feel a cool breeze rustling your edges,

smell the promise of another day

and know,

Hidden in the darkness of night,

has been your heart. Your art. 

You’re home.