Tall Are the Roots

“If we know it boils we also can hush It still again. If your heart Has once been full And boundless It will always be free And endless possibilities Couldn’t possibly Be reduced to A handful of options. Subconscious Is your gut And your gut well That’s a synonym for Guardian Or of angel. Or of both. To be both. I am but I also am not And that is the shape of my silhouette. That is the sound of my soul. I’m trynna learn to ride for myself Without conditions. Unrehearsed. I’ve heard Balance is key. But unbalanced feels more like me This body made from star crossed lovers Desperately trying to live together Even if dammed in destiny to die Side by side. Sometimes they make me split myself into sides Always seem to be stuck within the inside of a binary Forget I am spilling. Always an overflow A gush. The single root that grows in the dark In the unwatered soils In the unwanted plains. How long has hope lived inside lungs? Long enough to think it is home? Long enough to watch how light that exists. As if darkness isn’t what allows light to exist. Like illumination doesn’t rely on a black enough backdrop A deep enough fall. It won’t get easier with the lights on But in the light there is liberation. Patiently we listen for the Bubbles to pop into a stillness. Becomes more whole in the settle. Victories and vices are closer than you think Growth smells like sea salt left on oven tops. Where do you wander to be everything you haven’t yet? I am stumbling into myself Met more of me in the silence Than I looked for in the noise.”