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.
It’s okay.
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.
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This poem is amazing! So beautiful and powerful. Nicely penned
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful. I truly enjoyed this!
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Love this! 🌼
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Very touching…some died reason not water enough.
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Thank you so much.
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Just beautiful.
~~dru~~
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Thanks Dru.
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Gosh I have to try this daily prompt thing! I am slackin!
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LOL. Try it. Sometimes it can be fun.
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Tikeetha, this is beautiful!
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Lovely and well written!
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Thank you.
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Powerful!
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Thank you.
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