one day, i
reached out my arms
like to hug an ancient tree trunk
hands far apart
right side of my face pressed
to the gnarly bark
i remember
never wanting to let go
of holding onto something
so deeply rooted*
even when she created a tornado
to sweep her up
to get wrapped up and away
my little heart told my little hands
keep- holding- on
one year later
it is a new day
my hands reach up to the sky
free, grateful
and feeling
sun light freckling my face
*in hindsight, it was me
who wanted her roots to sink deeper
what was there and what wasn't -
well i fooled myself for awhile
until it was too clear too ignore
how easy it is for the shallow to be uprooted-
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