Roots
somedays i hear the wind whisper to my window.
why does she not leave? why doesn’t she jump, once and for all?
when i’m feeling alone, which is always, i tend to think about trees.
trees. do they have an elsewhere?
everyone keeps reiterating to me- these are your roots. you can never leave your roots. but have you ever fucking seen roots grow? no. you just want me here forever, not in a oh-i-love-you way but in a oh-i-love-you-so-much-i-want-to-trap-you way.
not forgetting our roots is a blind way to tell someone to stick to a marshland. who are you? how do you have any idea of a root that is not yours?
why does she not leave? why doesn’t she jump, once and for all?
NaPoWriMo Prompts:
“Trees have no elsewhere” by: PoemsIndia
“Whisper in the window” by: Maria Giesbrecht
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