A Forever of Starts
Am I Reaching or Receiving?
I’ve got knotted roots
Their twists and tangles have baffled
Doctors for decades
My branches, they’re gnarled
Crooked and splintered
From reaching out in all weathers
Weathered storms and silence
Some, a teardrop could snap
Others have outlasted my breath
A bungee run of starts
Forever reaching but never
Catching
Landing
Am I reaching or receiving?
I’ve got matted roots
Set in their ways
Tightened in fear
And no route to break free
Each branch, a finger
The nails chipped and bleeding
A forever of starts
The cycle never broken
My hand
Its roots are trapped
In pain and circumstance
I reach the tip
But there is nothing there
With no way out
I tunnel back to the roots
I’ve got warped roots
They’ve lost all direction
Weave webs in desperation
The ones that break free
They can’t get far
Stunted before full light
Their energy
Lost to the wind
About the Creator
Sarah O'Grady
I like to play with words to escape reality. Or at least to try and make sense of it.
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