I Die Back Each Year
by Kay Knofi
The ache which I feel from Summer
Remains in my Stigma my Style my Ovaries
Fiercely torn away
From native dirt
This chapter opens with a drought
My roots stumped
And my color drained
Desperate in my memories
Wading through the thick sweet breath of the East
My ears drowned in the lake of Cicada screams
I bedded among others
They nourished me
And fed me sun
And every day really was a new day
O Rose tinted haze
Droplets of joy ran down my leg
(Living for the sake of living)
My brain now overcast
Storms certain with uncertainty
(When a dream becomes a gray brick of reality)
Perennials die over winter
But next Spring they’ll be sitting in the garden
Back again in the sublime universe’s soil
About the Author
Kay Knofi is a Scottish poet living in Brighton, UK. She uses stream of consciousness in her poetry as a healing tool. When she’s not writing about the darker side of her mind, she’s acting as Editor-In-Chief to her mental health awareness zine, I Felt That Zine.