Roots
Why does it scare you
to hold my hand?
Not for some type of underlying
love
But instead to keep me grounded
Securely for survival
"This isn't love"
the wind shakes me so wildly
Resting my hand in yours
Allowing me to catch my breath
I am but a tiny sapling;
that does not make me weak
Rather, to raise my stability
You have an obligation to help me stand
Among all the others
Just allow me to entwine my
fingers with yours
Please, I do not want to topple
over and die
I need my roots
This is all, for my need to survive
Copyright © Emily Hinchman | Year Posted 2014
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