and the lush covers of your skeleton are withering away.
They crunch under my feet
and disperse in the wind, as if you are no longer whole.
But you are.
You are strong and sturdy
and reaching towards the sky each day.
Your bare bones reveal the raging storm,
tucked in behind your ribs.
It rips and roars and thrashes in the wind.
Passing time will heal you.
It will fill you full of life.
You will be whole again.
Inspired by Tree