DEAR FEET

When my father left 

you begged me for trust,  

I didn’t feel nurtured 

so right foot received verruca.

When my mind wouldn’t stop,

your exhaustion called out,

I didn’t feel safe 

so you remained inflamed. 

When the bills piled up

you asked for inner wealth,

I only felt fear

so left foot caught three blisters.

Please forgive 

my absence in your physicality,

my mentality of lack and

my ancestral linage of woe.

From today

I give you the soil,

fresh and fertile.

I wash you with abundance,

clear and endless. 

Thank you

for carrying me each day,

planting me firmly on the ground,

and moving me forward with light.