Knees Bent

Written by: Samir Georges

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.