You are the vine, and I am a branch
I try to break away and be my own vine
But I'm hanging on by a thread
Dangling, pitiful
Swinging back and forth
About to fall to my destruction
Self-sabotage
I'm scared and plead to be reattached to you
We come back together, seamlessly
Thank you and I'm sorry
Heal me
I need several seasons of strengthening
You fortify me
The longer I stay attached, the more I bear fruit
The fruit is so sweet, I don't want to cut myself off anymore
I draw life from you
Your roots run deep
Your nutrients are rich
You nourish me
I can't live without you
I will remain in you
About the Creator
Amy Carlsen
Seattle-based writer born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Left the field of engineering sales to pursue vocation in full-time ministry. Married to her college sweetheart, Tory, and loves being a mom to her Kindergartener, Cole.
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