Uproot

I’ve pulled myself out of the dirt,

naked roots stripped by wind.

I reached back for the familiar earth,

but my arms became weak in that mire.

Leaves paled yellow with neglect.

So, instead, I remain suspended

in bone-chilling winds of change.

Wherever I grow next

I hope there’s other plants to commune with

and I’ll bring my vitamin B12

because even if the loam is good

uprooting is still shocking to my system.

It makes me weep,

but soon

I’ll find my joy again.

It just takes time to acclimate.

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