Roots

I hate that I’m still

Mad about it

I’m trying to get over things

I’m seeing my life more clearly

Now that I’m exposed, alone and

Withering.

I should probably get some

Water, soon–

My roots will find something

They always do

I’d be a weed

If I didn’t plant myself

So purposefully

If you try to kill me

I’ll hermie, go to seed

And persevere

I am thorny and itchy

And I’m not here

To cuddle with you

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