Where I Stand Between Earth and Sky

My roots are quiet teachers

soft voices humming beneath my feet.

They tell me I was strong

long before I learned the word.

They hold the weight of every memory—

the laughter, the wounds,

the nights I thought I wouldn’t make it.

They do not shout;

they simply stay.

But my branches—

they are wild dreamers.

They chase the sun,

the unknown,

the version of me I am still trying to meet.

They bend with the wind,

but they never stop reaching.

They are my courage in motion,

my small and steady rebellion

against everything that tried to limit me.

I live in the space between them—

between the safety of where I began

and the promise of where I’m going.

Some days I lean into my roots,

some days I let my branches lead,

and both are pieces of the same story.

I am not finished.

I am not fixed.

I am growing—

downward and upward at the same time—

becoming a home for the person

I am learning to love.