Roots

Folder: 
2019

Help it.

 

Can you

help it?

 

Falling when there’s

no ground to stand on.

 

Catch me.

 

Will you

catch me?

 

I can’t promise

I will trust enough to

fall even close to where you are.

 

Remember.

 

I

remember.

 

Once I was

nowhere near

touching the world

but I knew more than ever

it was there.

 

Two steps.

 

I take

two steps

down.

 

I look back.

I meant to climb up.

 

I meant to be

closer to the peak than

the roots.

 

Where are

my roots?

 

You hold them

in

your hands.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 10/8/19

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