We All Grow

I forgot how deep

my roots did go

and I got up

to walk away.

But my roots dragged

the dirt of time

and made it

hard to stray.

Deep dark soil

bodies know,

our minds

leafy branches of —

the pride, the years,

what-ifs and tears–

the decay from which

we grow.

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