An old bear paw, sitting in a jar.
Under a tree that never grew any leaves.
A light blinking through the branches.
A clouded mind clawing at the calm.
Wandered towards the timber,
bent and twisted.
Laying there in a daze.
Next to chlorophyll
functioning in the grass.
Every blade as important as the next.
Together creating a habitat.
Storing hope for new roots.
Sparking aspiration to be well again.
You can really find yourself, in losing your mind.