My heart is drenched in it
a liquid that courses through my veins
a tree made of branches and webs and waves
one that makes me whole.
My hands are deep in it
an ocean of blue and where the blues runs free
it is who I have become.
My body is clothed in it
armor against negative forces that try to
It builds me up
It makes me stronger.
It is, It always will be……a part of who I have become.