Elevation

In the dark soil of my history

Generations of seeds curl and whisper

Dormant stories pressed into earth's memory

My grandmother's hands

Rough as bark

Planted more than vegetables

She cultivated resilience

Buried deep in our bloodline

I am a continuation

Not a beginning

Not an ending

Roots spread sideways

Unexpected

Breaking concrete narratives

Finding water in unlikely places

My potential:

A tangled network

Invisible connections

Mycorrhizal and mysterious

Communicating beneath what others see

Some seeds wait decades

Some bloom overnight

Some transform in silence

I am learning

To trust the underground

To know that growth

Is not always visible

Not always linear

My body—a forest

My dreams—seedlings

My ancestors—the rich, dark ground