you grow taller as i get smaller
we once stood side by side
the façade has been revealed and here i am beneath you
still stumbling in surprise
by something i have always known
my bones are brittle, my voice is weak
i won’t stand up, i can’t speak
your weeds hold me tightly
you’ve been gone for a while now
but the residue still lingers
today someone new will come in to clean it all up
tending to the roots that once produced beautiful fruit
i tried to do it myself
here is where i learn to ask for help
i lay down my ambitions
i lay down my expectations
i lay down my suffering
shouting out in exasperation
come, tend to the roots beneath
.
.
i owe him everything
About the Creator
Canaan Trice
Hi, my name is Canaan. I am just a girl who loves to write about the life happening around me and within me. I hope you enjoy.
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