I fall again
Into the roots
That made me
I drop through blood
I drop through years
I drop through
Old inherited fears
I feel the illness
Half storm
Half seed
A twin born force
I didn’t choose
But still must read
Nature
Hard
Ancient
Deep
It carved its mark
Before I could speak
A coded whisper
Inside my bones
A myth that moves
When I’m alone
Nurture
Soft
Shaping
Slow
It built the rooms
I learned to know
The voices
The lessons
The quiet pain
The childhood storms
That left their stain
My illness rises
From both these streams
From nature’s pulse
From nurture’s dreams
Psych 601
Meets me
In the tangled roots
Beneath my care
You show the blend
The braided thread
The way two forces
Shape my head
You teach the science
You teach the lore
You teach the war
Inside my core
You help me see
What forged my fire
What fed my fear
What shaped desire
You help me rise
Slow
But true
From everything
I once lived through
You help me claim
What’s mine to be
The roots
The truth
The whole of me