Rocking Through Rock Bottom

The hardest thingThe hardest thing 

is to hold myself 

through an 

untenable time,

to not hate myself 

for unbearable bad luck,

to feel the

arms of the 

root mother 

around me,

rocking my 

own tree

in her tender breeze,

cradling me 

in my moist pink folds,

stroking me  

in my own sweet juices,

pleasuring me 

to ecstasy. 

is to hold myself 

through an 

untenable time,

to not hate myself 

for unbearable bad luck,

to feel the

arms of the 

root mother 

around me,

rocking my 

own tree

in her tender breeze,

cradling me 

in my moist pink folds,

stroking me  

in my own sweet juices,

pleasuring me 

to ecstasy.