you have been told you are not good enough.
do not let that cast a shadow on your soul
the yew bends towards ever-coming spring
harvest its blossoms - build yourself a crown
to toss into the air and catch, joy
linger there, feel the soft petals rejuvenate you
the body knows only this pleasure:
to roll down the grassy, wet hill, breathless
to let the new body love, fearless
to leave behind self-doubt, weightless
linger there, forget what you have been told
stretch your limbs up to the sky and drink deep
the blue is boundless. The rest -
It is not true. Look, the world offers you