FREED VERSE

I.    my body is not at fault for what has happened to me.
       it is not the fault of the seed if it does not sprout; 
       its bottom may be bumpy with stunted roots, 
       the seed itches against the soil,
                       and
       it fights and wriggles against its cracking shell,
      rocks against the pebbles in the sand.
      but until the sun which dries the land fades, 
      its drained membrane will never see the light of day. 

II.  my body is not at fault for what has happened to me.
      but have I the strength to hold my watering tin?
      the one that used to be his.
      he, whose shadow wasn't enough 
      to block out the sun. 
      he, whose arms I loved enough 
      to see shine a light of their own.
      despite the fact 
      my head was 
      (and is) 
      stuck in the sand.
      cracking.