There is a plant in my room

I think it’s dying

Always forget to water it

I keep saying “it’s fine”

In all honesty that plant is like me

Growing but never thriving

Seemingly fine

But never truly alive

It’s creeping up the wall

Along the pegs I placed to guide it

Just like the way my emotions creep on me

And I can never seem to hide it

Just like the dying leaves

My face showcases all that I feel

And...

Steady, steady.

Built from the ground up.

A foundation,

a sensation-

a life just begun.

Evolving from the Earth,

the beginning of a line.

Something new and unexpected.

Different yet connected,

similar in kind.

Heartbeats sound through the family,

supportive voices drift.

New faces stay comforting,

Ever continuously growing,

A beautiful kind of gift.

Extensions of the self,

branche...

Moonlight fell heavily on my bedroom wall. Blue and white —— like the porch light over the kitchen step at home as it went pouring through the door screen, with little dark rectangles cut out of it where the screen was patched.

Andy had made holes in the door with his Red Ryder once. He had scarcely missed Latitia as she stood drying dishes.

I imagined cicadas and cricket song, crackl...

The roots of my life form a cross.

Each part of my being points back to the One who created me.

My roots began as He skillfully knitted me in my mother’s womb.

My mother’s whispered prayers started the tinniest roots

And the roots grew deeper and wider with each devotion and sermon.

My roots have anchored me to a faith since childhood

And my root system is intertwined with the roots of oth...

What to do when half your roots keep you alive while the other half poison you? Some roots stretch far to gather widespread nutrients, yet others run right into rock. Do you cut them off? Do you have the power to cut off the very things keeping you tied down? This is your life, these are your roots. You didn’t choose them, but they grow from you nonetheless. Can you make that choice? Can you see ...

I’ve always been different, or from my family,

We have roots that bring gold,

But my life isn’t the same as it should be told,

It’s seems I should be a fighter and a warrior,

But I wish to be an author,

My family tells me that can’t be a job,

And I end up burying myself in my room to sob,

They say I can’t make a living from words,

But I’ve been told I can do anything from the lords,

I’m told to be...

your name is the most common word coming out of my mouth these days.

i talk about you more than myself

and it’s not close

for you are held so near to my heart

woven so deeply into my soul

a person may no longer know me

may no longer understand me

my thoughts

my story

without at least hearing about you...

Roots of Strength

Deep beneath the surface lie

The roots of strength, where wisdom sighs

A network of fibers, strong and wide

Anchoring the tree, side by side

Just as the tree's roots dig and grow

Our own roots shape us, as we know

Family, culture, heritage, and past

Forming our identity, forever to last

Roots of resilience, roots of might

Helping us weather life's plodding night

A sense of bel...

Floating

Aimless

Roots Dangle

Looking for soil...

Roots grow where they cannot see

They steel my sticks and burn them for their fires

Fires that make air they think I can save

But roots grow deep below the surface.

Roots grow where they cannot see

They cut down my trunk and use it for weapons

Weapons they use to remove more of me

But roots grow deep below the surface.

Roots grow where they cannot see

They try to take what’s left of me, but I’m ...