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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