Bruises to Ash

Grew up in a fire Burning bruises to ash Struck by a history I once thought would pass Wading out in the cold Asking for rivers to numb Press my face to the soil Waiting for time to dissolve Trying to find my head [?] I paralyze my feet Hollowed out the old tree So we could finally weep Wading out in the cold Asking for rivers to numb Press my face to the soil Waiting for time to dissolve Smothered by a warm breeze It was hard to see Cradled by the bedside The water slowly creeped