​My mind fell away from me,
and landed in the dirt.
Over time it was covered over,
sank into the earth.
Exposed to the elements,
pissed and shat on by every
passing beast.
I burst out of my shell,
thrust up through the surface
to breathe, and to heaven reach.
I branched out and thickened
(particularly my trunk)
Growing seasons marked by rings,
by falls and springing back up.
I continue to grow and reach for stars,
but realize that perhaps they are
beyond my grasp.
But I have had my purpose, seen loves
sprout in my shadow,
and I am at peace with this,
who I am, who I am not.
I am at peace with this,
at last.

M. Zane McClellan 

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