No roots to hold as the questions are asked
A life in tact but far from grounded
Has that been by accident or by design
The premiss on which this existence is founded
Alone once more in a crowded room
Surrounded in body but the spirit has flown
Away for a time to that place within
Wondering if this is truly home
Never before has there been a means
To swallow the fear and growing unease
Let wings spread and wind gather speed
Never forget but possibly leave
The anchors are few but oh so important
Holding safe what only they could see
The waters may change and distance grow
But as I was held I will hold them to me
A choice to make of seed to plant
Let solid roots spread in place of doubt
Or turn and fly in the face of the wind
Kick and scream to life cry out

 

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