Something Something Roots and Wings
It pulls me in.
No need to chase a magnet.
The draw deepens with every laughing breath,
every weightless joy,
full and expanding.
Inclusive.
Beyond borders, bigots,
the brave now walking in fear.
It demands.
A soft insistence:
release.
Let go.
There’s relief in surrendering dry roots,
in ceasing to water a victory
that still winces at what it endured.
So I let it take me,
lift me from the dark,
pull me from the ground
into sky.
Hmph.
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I’m opening up about my experience with chronic illness and feeling dismissed in a spiritual space…in god’s name. This is my way of asking for more compassion and understanding—because everyone deserves to be seen, heard, and believed, especially when they’re hurting...literally.