by an anonymous author
these roots live
buried dark beneath two decades of time
dormant in silence
straining to hear the echoes of past revelations
wishing to grow
cradled warm in soil heavy with countless memories
it is cracking
these roots starve, withering in the slow drought
praying for rain
eager for a deluge of attention, flooding interest
abundance once known
anxious to again be nurtured, fertilized with trust
strong as before
they had grown unexpectedly, burrowing deep with ease
weathering the tempests
confident in their invincible nature, they vowed immortality
yet they faltered
stretched taut in opposite directions, no longer inseparable
still they hope
they cling waiting for their demise or resurrection
striving toward light
unwilling to accept that forever is already here
these roots live
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