Haley Sessoms




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 I can almost feel the vines wrapping around my heart my veins resemble those within the leaves

as I feel closer and closer and closer

to the one thing that has always made sense 

the grass under my feet

poking through my toes

the grass that makes my legs itch

the willows draping over my shadow as I cried to the birds

cried about my family

cried about how my world was ending

but the weeds outside my house still grew

feeling safe in the open field 30 minutes away from home when my bedroom became my least favorite place to breathe 

but finding comfort under a tree known for weeping

the spiked balls that stick in my flip-flops on the walk there only to find they really stuck to my skin

the closer I get to nature, the more my existence makes sense

“Willow” published in Quilted Hearts by Eber & Wein Publishing


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