When cracked like a
nut
No protection left
In the blinding, drowning
world with
Silvery, prying
devices,
Make like seeds and
let fall
The hard withholdings
of your outershell—
Bitter, brittle small—
And sink, sink deep
Into the ground around
you—
Soft, cool, satiating—
To the root you will
find growing until
Once your legs are
strong
You stand up into the
sun for the first time
Finding harsh rays the
source of your energy
And storms refreshing
to the core.
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