Held by Yesterday, Lifted by Tomorrow

My roots breathe in the dark,

quiet but alive—

a pulse beneath the soil of my past.

They remember everything:

the tears I hid,

the prayers I whispered,

the moments I thought were endings

but became beginnings in disguise.

They hold me steady

when the world feels too big,

when fear presses close,

when I forget that I have already survived

so much.

But my branches—

they sing to the open sky.

They rise with every sunrise,

hungry for light,

hungry for the version of me

I have not yet met.

They bloom in places

I once believed were dead.

They promise

there is still time to grow,

still space to breathe,

still dreams waiting

just beyond the horizon.

And here I am—

rooted in memories,

reaching toward miracles.

A living bridge

between where I began

and where I am going.

I am not finished.

I am unfolding.

Held by yesterday,

lifted by tomorrow—

becoming myself

one tender inch at a time.