you’ll find her in the treehouse
made of ash and alder,
an ancient soul locked inside
a heart that beats
through fear and strength
do you not see
the charm in her ruins?
the petals that bloom
from dropping limbs
when the darkness rose,
she flooded it
with scattered pieces of light
she is rooted,
a single strand of unity
born of beautiful chaos
and a droplet of hope
-ashley jane