Deeply Rooted
Prompt: Seeing the Creator's Magic
Forced to swallow myself
Everything that makes
Me, me
I drank in the sorrow
Guzzled it like spring rain
Swallowed every bit of pride
Dignity maintained
Every memory and agony
Shoved down deep
Where no one could find or see
Deep into the soil comprising me
No one but the creator
Could possibly envision their power
These tiny green seeds
Germinating
Growing in my deepest recesses
My precious hidden garden
Planted inside my heart
So it couldn’t be stomped out
My flowers stolen
Nor my delicate berries
Plucked and devoured
A jungle, slowly ripening as I
Walked around neutral-faced
In defense of my soul
Harvest day, I ran away
Into the brightening light
Molting my protective coat
Letting my wild flora out
I saw the truth in the
Perfection of that green
I waited for the creative
Forces to strengthen and spring
From deep inside of me
There is a spark a cloud of magic that
We all reside within
I breathed deeply, sucked it in
Simply recycled it
Tapped into its intrinsic fertility
The freedom of growing
Deep roots and a tall canopy
Immeasurable
My single greatest accomplishment
Disappearing into the forest of eternity
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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