Writing Prompt

If I had deep roots

That wouldn’t snap in the heaviest of earthquakes

I would be stronger than I am right now

The intense pain and loss and sorrow would be kept at bay

Oh, if only I could sway

If I were one of those palm trees, just blowin’ in the wind

I could believe in myself

And survive the heaviest of hurricanes

I would cry sometimes when I was in pain

But I could be able to get over it, if o...

The connections we make

Some shallow and some deep.

The ones we’re born with and the ones we choose.

Weaving a complex web of emotion and knowledge.

Some forgotten and some nurtured.

The connections we make

Can become more than we thought they would.

Taking time and effort.

Meaningful or meaningless.

Some scratching the surface of the expanse below.

The connections we make

Can follow us...

Logs don’t have to deal with fog.

But we do.

Brain fog, that comes with being a personified log.

Oh how I wish I didn’t have to deal with frogs.

But this is what happens when you’re a log.

Frogs leap, hop, and jump onto your beautiful brown ridges looking for a safe space to sleep until they hop onto the next log.

If you were to ask me, I’d say frogs shouldn’t even be able to hop onto one lo...

Running to the woods

Because I have no where else to go

Ever since this virus infected me I’ve felt drawn to the nature of the trees

Feeling the dirt on my feet

Feeling the stillness in the air

_It won’t stop _

_It won’t stop _

Roots growing through my skin where my veins used to be

Leaves picking through my scars

Soon I’ll lose feeling in all my fingers and toes

_The roots won’t stop gr...

I could observe my foundation, what maintained my whole being, the evidence of the passing of the years, what gave me strength to continue growing freely.

At my sides I could discern the ramifications of my decisions with their consequences: there were stronger ones, as well as more delicate ones, some were just a slight breeze away from falling into oblivion, from them emerged those learnings th...

An anchor

A source of nourishment

A network of tentacles

Together yet independent

Sourcing out food and water and life

Intertwined yet working apart also

Roots are essential in the plant world

How much more in a family....

Why?

Why do I hate being around people for so long

And better yet why do I hate when people want to be around me?

Why do I strive to run to darkness instead of the people who want to bring me light

Life’s like that

We twist and turn from the things we should want and instead run towards what kills us inside

From lust to hate, sorrow and discomfort, we run to things that can only fulfill itself

We ...

A few drops of rain turned into a raging,

thunderous, torrent.

The dark clouds cleared from the sky,

the rays of light flickering into a kaleidoscope of magical assortments.

Sunlight peering between the trees,

I could feel it from the tips of my leaves,

to my deepest roots,

they were most absorbent.

My roots began to shoot through the soil in the deep earth of your forest.

Flowing from...

Your roots to your family are what made you who you are. Even if that means being nurtured and cared for, growing your leaves strong, or if that means the scars they leave on your trunks, your background will affect your values.

I was raised being taught the importance of honesty and hard work. I was taught that you’ll always get caught if you lie, and that owning up to your mistakes is the best....

Breathing in smoke all around me

Cover my mind

Feeling ur hands close around me

Ruined my life

I watch bridges burn every time I write

I won’t let my world burn down in front of my eyes

I was hoping you would be on my side

Who needs love

My heart beats to the beats I make

You’re family didn’t know family meant snakes

Wake up just to be in a terrible mental state

Poison slithering in my ve...