The Root

 

The root of it all,

the root that grew

for so long beneath,

was much larger,

more complex,

than I expected it to be,

 

for noiseless it was

deep within,

a tumor of the psyche

for so long, so slowly

expanding,

 

the vines that sprouted

clung on with vicious might,

penetrating the crevices,

crooks of the mind,

dishonest camouflage,

blending in with the green

as it creeped,

whispering lies

to each individual leaf,

 

tricking the green

to change to brown

to abandon bright colors

and fade into the ground…

 

You helped me locate

the root of it all,

the root that grew

for so long beneath.

 

Your hand brushed mine

as you handed me the shovel,

for you knew the only one

to dig it up

had to be me.

 

Thank you for helping me become

free.

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