Poetry: Roots

                                 Roots

The quiet room

Echoed the voices 

Past the corners of my mind

As if the walls are hearing

In silence 

In words they sang

Every image these eyes captured

Of every season outlived 

Albeit the joy 

my mother gave me at birth

Or the mourning

of many moons and Suns

Humanity gave me

These tears they never run dry

As my roots yearn

To belong

Oh how foolish!

The universe had already

welcomed my existence

Watering the seeds 

My soul had long planted

For I've already belonged

You and me

One

By Jessica John Posko ❤️

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