Roots Beneath My Soles

Resilient I am, to be here, to stand as tall as a sunflower. I can hear the cacophony of cicadas outside my window sing with me through my grief. Their trill reminds of blooming chances. As sunlight slips through, rays of gold ripple over my skin like a whisper of comfort, their warmth sinking into my bones- a sweetness in the air, faint as the scent of honeysuckle carried by the breeze. Filling me with its glow, I sit still, as if I moved an inch it would be gone. How glorious is it to feel every single thing to its peak? Every memory that lies in my mind, it is a song that dances through my body, like the tune of a sorrowful violin reverberating within my soul. Resilient, I am, to stand upon this ground, its cool earth pressing against my soles, unyielding beneath my trembling weight-- though I ache for its embrace, to let it swallow me whole and cradle me in its quiet depths.