grow.

you say you want me

until i put flame to your edges

until i ask you to stretch
taller than the shadows you’ve grown comfortable in

until i am pulling you toward the mountain
when you want to sink into the couch

i am wind and anchor
i hold steady when the ground buckles

i point to the fire in your chest
when you swear it’s gone out

i stay through the winter
believing spring is still inside you

i am the compass
refusing to point anywhere but north

don’t mistake my love for thunder
i am the rain that will help you grow

-s