Hevin ShaNara Rose

The Root

Deep within the process of growing up, lives a darkness that’s thick and twisted, like earthly roots intertwining with unmovable rock, and engulfed in 10,000 fires. It’s near impossible to see through this darkness, so you depend on the heat of the flames to guide you. Your skin is constantly burned, damaging your sense of direction with each new festering wound. Eventually it’s hard to breathe, as the darkness spreads, encouraging intense fear. You start to realize this darkness, is self created, making you fear it even more. You learn how to ignore it, letting it suffocate growth in everything attached to you, adapting to it as you become stuck in it. It gets to a point where, you’ve learned how to put a cover over the pain you’re enduring, so to speak. Like “it’s there but, at least I don’t have to look at it”. Resolving any accountability to rip that blanket off, and clean the mess underneath with your bare hands. Cause that’s what it would take to unravel those thick roots from those intimidating rocks, allowing the fires to die down. Then maybe, just maybe your roots will breathe again.