In the treetop,
the boards are still there—
three…side by side,
holding childhood—
tears in their cracks.
She remembers…
the hidden anger,
concealed in her mother’s eyes.
She’d climb,
to reach her safe haven.
She claimed it—
as her perched throne.
There, she used to sit,
waiting…for her mother’s rage to lessen.
Then she’d regress,
back to childhood.
