A Heart so Worn

I’ll let the moss be the stitches 

The grass salve for my soul 

As I lay on the forest floor 

And let the plants grow in the holes.

Filling the spaces,

And the empty that remains

Time to surrender.

Nature now reigns.

They’ll come looking for me

But they’ll only find

A house of plants, flowers,

Blossoming honey suckle and vines.

Be at peace you troubled soul.

Never has something so beautiful

occupied your mind.

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