Between the Floorboards

Broken parts of things lost
Between the floorboards of my mind

The playground sing-song,
Holiday cottage of yesteryear,
That checked shirt I wore,
Purple and black,
When I was eight

But wait
I’m not mourning girlhood
I’m dreaming myself into maturity

Growing into the one
I’m scared to become

Yet free now
To walk this path
To the gate
Of my medicine garden

Asking noone’s permission
To turn the key
But my own