What Iris saw. The dark, the black this part is hard to recall. I know I'm there. But where is here? Self breaking on a soil bed. It hurts. I hurt in my footing. In different roots emerge. Against all odds, my nodes are strong enough from which to spring. The depth didn't suffocate me after all. New life comes after the pain. Emerald fills my arms, my long body. My throat starts to open