Roots

The weight of worldly wisdom
Lies on me
And there is something 
I used to be
But the far distant shore
Has pulled me in like a tide
Now I'm three quarters half alive
Learning to breathe in from my roots
As this plant grows shoots
Up into the open air
I could've sworn that he was there

Image Credit: Johann Siemens on Unsplash.com 

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