Roots
was it always
your vision
to break apart
the flower beds
to tear
the roots
out of everything
you knew
how deep
they were
but within
your hands
the melt
began
till you found
the deepest root
of all
it was then
i hid it
after you held it awhile
and decided it wasn’t
for you
Copyright © Rosemary Bryerton-Schiff | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment