Writing Prompt

As strong winds blow The strong trees grow Instead of being ripped from the ground It's roots hold it, safe and sound

Roots are what grounds trees Just as our roots ground us Our experiences grow roots Our reactions, passions, and satisfactions grow roots

Your personality is your story But so are your scars Whether it's nurture or nature The impact is major

Our roots are who we are Just as the night has stars Just as gardens have weeds Just as our hearts have beats

Learn your roots Your history, Your bloodline It all comes into play Molding your life like clay

Every mark we earn Every lesson we learn Shape our roots into their own unique form The roots that stay strong, even during a storm

Your roots hold you up They're the strongest parts of you Don't ever feel like you can't let them show You have to keep allowing them to grow

Branches might break Leaves may fall At some point your tree will die But your roots will always stay right where they are

It’s roots fall deep Into the ground The wind blows But it still stays sound

Roots go deeper And deeper And deeper Into the ground Securing it So it stays around

Its roots keep it in line And feeds it with water It gets taller Never shorter Until damaged Or distressed Or overly suppressed

It grows And grows And never stops Grows And grows And never drops

the snakes of soil coil up my limbs, squeezing my bark skin as pliant, willing flesh. epidermis chipping, speckles of glittering gold flying away as embers. this cocoon still churns with light, still blooming with a yearning hope, soft with burning youth. rooted mortal memories dancing in the moonlight, chasing a future yet to be birthed. Is my wood like butter, aged like redwood? What fragments burrow underneath me and can the forest practice the rights? exorcise the grime?

Darkness Where we all begin Before the Sun Comes creeping in

To warm the fibre Of our being A single breath A straining sapling

We fight through winters Storms And rain Standing tall Baring pain

Splinters bite Ricochet We ground ourselves We seize the day

Firmly planted Barely moved The tug begins Within our roots

The tug to fight The tug to flee To live our lives To be truly free

For in the darkness Withered and Cold Lies mould And illness

Infecting Old Connections Friendships Family and past

Visible too late At last To see what truly lies beneath The source of turmoil Lack of sleep

As above The gentle breeze Rises Sending forth seedlings To the unknown

Where gentler fields await them Where the Sun Can help them grow

New roots With which They can see the world In ways I never could

Oh how I wish I could bloom again For the first time I just wish I could

Feeling stuck yet secure Holding me up or holding me down? How I yearn to wander To grow above the surface of this place

Are you sturdy or weak? If I stretch and struggle Will you lend a hand or pull me Back into the depths?

It is warm but devoid Nourishing yet bleak My soul is expanding beyond you I must grow to know

Who I am.

The roots of her inner being run deep within. Reaching, tangling, intertwined. Far beneath the surface. Searching for more. Begging to become one with the earth.

Roots are in everyday It’s what grows a tree And keep it tethered to life If roots disappear then life will go blind Some don’t realize but they are in people to They keep people tethered on the past But they also help people grow as a person Like as they help make a tree grow

She had eyes like mine. She had eyes like mine, a nose like mine, and a smile I reckognize. A smile I once wore on my face, before it faded away, never to be seen again. My baby. My baby, she will always be my baby. She will never have to grow up. Physically, mabye, but her her eyes will continue to sparkle, and her smile will continue to appear. My baby.

Roots are what keep a tree growing What help it flower When there withered so’s the tree But it’s not guaranteed to die New roots can grow Replacing the bad with good

People are like this to There past is there roots That can be replaced They don’t have to wither or die But work towards tomorrow With the help of you and me

Stand up, Be brave. Let the true story unravel Cuz what you think you know about him or her, let it be known, you’re precisely unsure. We as depressed individuals don’t need to shear our skin, get high or long for our goodbyes. We just want the true and accurate cure for this burden we can’t help but feel. Through our hearts and our minds were in chains laced with vines. Im not asking for something grand or brand new. Give something from your heart, not wal-mart. Give the gift of love. Not hate. Being judgemental won’t give you the faith. Give the gift, of time, effort, and affection, and there should be no need for rejection.