Roots

sometimes its hard to take they easy route

As my roots run deep into ground.

pain ingrained into the soil 

as i plant myself...i..

i brace myself for the stones to move..

i shall cut my branches and burn away my leaves. 

i have no use for things so fragile, 

i understand that my fears my hate and love all become one when i am here...safe...clipped..

see how my branches don't bend under your weight? 

my leaves don't blow away with your breath? 

its because i avoid you like death.

Author's Note

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