Thursday, February 13, 2014


Down deep, down in the dark
I stumbled on my own roots
and cried out in recognition.
Tears soaked the parched earth;
roots embraced sorrow and
lifted me up. 

Up top the sun is shining,
at first blinding.
Leaves, reaching, reaching
for more light; give me more light.
Breathing, reaching, breathing, reaching,
My strong roots have sustained life

for this moment.

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