Knees Bent

Back to the roots ever weaving Hands to elbows sweat streaming Back to the roots whence the seed began Deluded to think that along the path you ran The roots had not snaked behind your every stride And tangled your feet to fall hands first into your erstwhile guide Back to the roots where it sprouted out And take grasp of the past and heave with a shout How your roots have brought you back matters no more For you have fallen back into knots that have tripped you before So take grasp of the roots and yield to your past Knees bent untying the knots of fate’s cast.