A Tree That Grew Teeth
Branches that Grieve and Dream
My roots drink me in entirely from the shadows of a long forgotten sun
burrowing deep into the ground past the shallow rocks,
turning water into rivers of the thickest mud.
Swallowing me whole, entirely, in a flood.
These roots remember pieces of what the branches so often forgot
but not in this place, not in this place.
My roots propel me forward like an arrow,
into the farthest pit of space.
For I am a tree that learned to walk,
a tree that time all but lost,
but here I am,
my tangled roots creep and crawl, drag and fall, carrying with them the weight of the world for us all.
Wondering, wandering, pondering.
I am the girl who grew from her place in the ground, a seed, a being, a stalk, frozen in time, anchored by birth,
I grew from the chaos you buried me under
a place that couldn't be found.
About the Creator
K.H. Obergfoll
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I really love this line: "I grew from the chaos you buried me under" So simple, yet deep and powerful. Like trees itself, we can survive anything but not everything.