Leaving cray
Your roots, ugly, wrigglyfeeding you, holding you back — necessary evil, have love story too!
worshiped myths rejected truthmurdered morals eaten ethicssuffocated souls swallowed sanctitymortal money surviving sins…
Moss needs no roots:Wherever you are,say that you want meand I’ll embrace you.
All my lifeI’ve run from my rootsbecause I wanted a different sky above me,but the thing about roots isthey run deep.
From one home to…another,roots ripped up and transplanted, buried crimes and twisted…
If there’s a canker in the flower, why blame the root?
Crown of the headby virtue of spinecast out through sit bones — my being, a witness to the egoand Its…
Alas, the towering tree
Would never bend down to smile at its roots —
The ones who upheld its very existence
In all its grandeur