She has been holding it all inside,

living by the rules —

yet she buried herself alive.

Like a volcano, she will erupt

once she can no longer

hold the ground.

She smells the earth,

walks the moss,

remembers the girl

who somehow got lost.

And she lets go —

lets her wild be free,

feels alive in the trees.

She curls into the earth

and hears the wind breathe.

She unravels the child within —

and returns

to herself.