My weed is a key to journeys unseen
A guide through the darkest and brightest spaces
My weed is a tool to the other side and back again
A comforting presence in the face of self-discovery
A shoulder to weep on when the weight of this world is just too much
And I don’t want to share my weed
My weed brings peace and breathes new life into me
She holds my hands and cradles the lonely little girl in me
She is the sword of truth, and my weed doesn’t compromise
My weed doesn’t allow me to become less than
It empowers
It builds
It repairs mind, body, and soul
But I don’t want to share my weed
Each beautiful, balanced puff brings magic to the moments that seem mundane
Color shines a little brighter, flowers smell sweeter
Soothing peace wraps around the wild woman inside in a deep knowing
My weed calms the storm, and beckons rest on the wings of the firebird
My weed whispers stories from ancestors who shout into the void, waiting for me to hear
I don’t want to share my weed
My weed brings love, so pure and raw, no 2-factor authentication needed here
She brings community like the wind carries the evidence of a sesh off into the distance
Closeness feels alien, but my weed paves a path of safety amongst names without faces, and faces with no names
My weed shoves me in the direction of growth, while also building a space of rest
Like floating through space, my weed makes me weightless
Unaware of the tragedies this life brings
Carried away in a blaze of glory
To a place of calm soothing connection, with myself, with others, with the world
My weed is the key to me and…..
I don’t want to share my weed
