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Rooted in the unseen


 
In a world full of flowers

Be a root that stands firm

To be okay with not being watered for a while

To be able to process that and stand firm when

nothing works right


Oh! How gracious it is!

To believe in yourself when the tide hits hard

And know that, the tide cannot touch you

For you become the root no one sees

Yet stand tall in your own way


For once, to not feel photosynthesis

To not feel the thorn

To not feel the bloom

To not taste the water

To not expect what the world beholds

Just to be rooted somewhere unknown


The idea mesmerizes me much


- Kenei Dziivichii



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