When My Feet Touched Dark Soil by Jessica Drake-Thomas

When my feet touched dark soil,

flowers sprang up. 

Why does the sight 

of meadowsweet

make me sad?

It reminds me of who I once was. 

The power I had, 

under the face of the sun. 

When I fell, I did not fall alone,

now I suffer in the dark, 

my sadness, a bitter fruit,

lodged in my throat.