Remember the night I ran outside? 
Remember the pain that made me leave the room? 
With a door unlocked
and a beast released
my world was shaking.

Afraid to step into my power
seeing a puddle where there was a storm
with grief as a grumpy old crow on my shoulder.

Remember that starry January night?
I was wearing a shirt and sandals
The polka dots on my chest trembling
From the story of my breaths. 
I had no coat that would comfort
But a friend that would hear.

Remember the Tupi tree
whose oval leaves muffled our voices,
whose roots stored my grief,
whose bark left marks on our backs? 

They cut her down last week!

The wind too strong 
A mighty branch had to fall
Imbalanced, she was too dangerous.

I saw her as they took her
Ground to dust
Cut into pieces

My knees shaking
almost giving way to the gravity of losing her.
Her shrill cry dampened by the chain saw.

Why is rebirth so hard?