Moving On

I let my guard down

and sent my roots out

It was a risk I felt was worth taking

But it's a new sort of heartbreak

The kind I imagine plants feel

when you rip them out of the ground

What am I connected to now

I asked myself

And on a gusting winter day

with the wind sweeping

And the dust never settling

I realized that to be part of the Earth

I don't necessarily have to be

in

the Earth

I am still connected to my roots

because I am still alive

It is only when I lay my cold heart down

with no breath left in me

That I will truly return to the dirt

I am free to roam

As the wind does

As the water flows

It is a new way to observe my existence

It is a new way to observe heartbreak

The breaking in my heart is not what matters

It is the freedom I feel

And the chance to become the wind

If even for a fleeting moment

Before I return to the soil.