Is your past a buoy or a sinker?
Did you get your roots and wings or were both clipped?
Poorly packaged and stunted.
The past is in your head, they say and your future’s in your hands
Yet the past is in our bones and our muscles, buried in our marrow and deep in those grey furrows in our brain.
Every memory, a part our next step
Unless the weight lets us plumb the depths. Still waters run deep, they say.
And the heavy load builds muscle.
Shit makes great fertiliser.
If the roots are tended – even after a fire – new shoots will come,
tender but determined,
and in time, with attention, feathers grow back.