Roots of My Own Heart
Breakable, lovable and confused
Roots of My Own Heart
I feel the roots break,
Inside my chest,
Reaching for moments,
Never at rest.
They twist through memories,
Raw in their hold,
Searching for stories,
Old but not cold.
Sometimes they tighten,
Pulling me back,
To places hidden,
Darkened and black.
Sometimes they loosen,
Giving me space,
Letting me breathe out,
Finding my place.
I walk through my thoughts now,
Slow as I can,
Piecing the heartbeats,
Back into plan.
There is a stillness,
Growing each day,
Teaching my spirit,
Newer ways.
These roots keep rising,
Shaping my way,
Holding my footsteps,
Night into day.
I carry them softly,
Right from the start,
Learning the language,
Of my own heart.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
This is a deeply intimate and lyrical exploration of memory and self, realizing that personal history is the enduring root of the present self
Very nice, Marie. Really liked it.