Ode to an Old Barn
It is a place where animals roam free
In the woods the first time
I felt love
Beneath those crooked and rotting boards.
It could be breathing that came as the wind blew, 5
On one of many panic attacks, alone,
Where my thoughts wouldn’t be heard or judged,
But squirrels, they drop their acorns on me.
Maybe it’s the place with decay, wooden floors, 10
That reminded me I live at my lowest,
Without a home or love, the world’s sound,
When air escapes my teeth.
Where I spent nights with too much 15
Music, drinks, friends, a place we all knew,
Before we became stained with red
Grading ink or blood,
We grew too fast for the rainboots on our feet.
This old wooden structure was home to animals, 20
Whether it be my cherished friends or wildlife,
And like the smell of watery grass or the distant train horn
Though deep in the woods your grave lies.
Cherished frame of wood older than my painted nails, 25
You are where loam and soil became a sapling,
A branch, grew leaves and fruit and bark, your wood now,
A mighty tree,
A tree for they who knew you best, me.