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“The mulch of my past” by Trevor Witt

I reached out today,
To a ghost I loved,
To a shadow I still do,
To a friend whose body of friendship I had buried,
To a girl I had nearly married.

I have let the branches of feeling wither,
Drying out after their pruning,
I have cut away pieces of myself,
To let air flow between my leaves,
So that I can heal and can grieve.

The mulch of my days past,
Will cover the ground beneath which I grow,
And over it, a shadow will it cast,
So that my waters may tarry as I plant and sow.

I am a seedling again, seeking to take root,
I am beginning again as new days are afoot.