Casualty of Me

By Caitlin R. Galbraith

the trees grow insolent.

we stand fractured,

refusing

any hand but our own.

we move messy,

we stumble:

grip,

endure,

dragged along tattered ground,

sorrow pools

at our feet.

still a breath shifts.

a shadow leans.

we walk on unheeding…

yet if we rest,

turn,

reach.

the cracks

beneath

our souls will answer

as the tattered ground speaks

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Caitlin R. Galbraith is a poet writing from Aotearoa New Zealand. She has completed courses in creative

writing and poetry at Victoria University of Wellington and worships at Saint Michael’s & All Angels

Anglican Church. Humbled by her recent encounters with Christ, she has come to see that her faith is

inseparably intertwined with the brokenness she has known. Her hope is to create numinous works we can

gnaw at that invite us to turn toward our Creator. This is her first publication.