I have roots.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t.
Roots that are planted firmly where I stand.
In this state that is not my birth state, I’ve created a home.
A home with people that love and support.
Family and friends that I have known for years.
Some roots have died off.
They weren’t watered.
They weren’t built to last.
There is a time for everything.
But, if you look into the ground you will see my roots
deep and strong
Like a tree I stand
Bending, not breaking
Swaying with the storms of life
being strengthened at the root
This post was inspired by the Daily Post. The word prompt was roots.