Roots
I had roots once…
I hated them…
They tied me down…
They kept me in the same place…
I wanted to break free…
I wanted to explore the world…
I had places to go, people to meet…
The world was mine to conquer…
I didn’t need my roots…
I cut my roots…
I pretended it left no scars…
I traveled the world, far and wide…
I met people, dark and light…
I forgot about my roots…
Years came and went…
People came and went…
I grew and changed…
I searched for love…
I searched for myself…
Now I’m old…
My life is spent…
I have no place to call home…
I’ve used up my soil…
Can my roots be replanted…?