Planted Under Water Poem by Tess Rockenstire

Send away, send away like a butterfly
My raincoat of heartaches.
Let it rain, even torrential if possible?
Wash my anguish, heartache, and hose me if you could
Until washed away in the gutter there it flow..

Clean me, clear my mind blue sky,
Let the harp play a new melody
I hear the trumpets in harmony.
I surrender my decaying bones to your claim.

Renew thus far my soulless soul.
Engaged me in battle like “Gideon’s war.”
And abhor to the voice of someone’s command.
Would I kneel in your presumptuous hierarchy?

No not I, My battle have just began.
I, a soldier only hears the voice of my commanding officer.
I will not be tossed back and forth in the arena,
For my feet are planted under water ‘like a tree.’