The gutted out old tree
Letting in air
No place for growth or release.
Somewhere in the hollow
Is my heart.
Torn and pushed aside
I can sense it now.
With an in-breath comes just a touch of light
And in the hollow, this hollow
A single drop of sap seeps out.
Finally, now I settle
As I feel my heartbeat.
Let your rules of what should be fall away.
There is only room here for the broken hearted;
Those whose journey has been long.
They are returning home now
To the empty space
In the hollow.
