Our Roots

You fell at the fingertips Of our loving family's arms, Like a raindrop cascading, From a weakened leaf. Our roots became buried In complications and disagreement, They envied the attention That the world above them was fed instead. I'd scan the room for you, Only to be faced with a wall of forced opinions On how our importance was replaced By things you craved more. After years of longing, After years of confusion, This deficient family searched for you. The sadness in your eyes Was loud enough to silence sirens - They proved bruised from seeing too much, Dizzy from the vicious cycle of being. Like an explorer stood still, I could see the cage Your mind had forged to rob you from us. My grandmother's arms Unnerved the anguish feasting on you, Warned it away for life, My mother next. Through the throwing of compliments, And the smoke of reconciliation, You saw me. I did not await anything from you, Enough has been taken already, But as your arms rose towards me, Peace and contentment followed. Your cold from within was conquered By the fire we had just rekindled; We fed it wood engraved with love, And gasoline rich in hope. Your presence was enough for me. I feel the world betrayed you; Deceived you into another body, A body with a willing heart, But spoiled with a tainted mind. The foreign cloud that gnawed at our bond Was blanketed by the sunlight beamed from our reconvening. You swept the golden leaves from our grave, Where our roots remained: Bruised but with the intension to grow.