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Root chakra wakes up
Just as Covid-19 attacks my body, breaking me down
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Is this why I have felt so fragile all my life?
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Like a leaf on the wind
Separated from the tree that holds its roots,
Floating
Ever so slowly
Toward the ground.
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The ground is where I want to be.
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Where my fingers can dig into the rich, fertile soil
Finding home
Where I have never found it before:
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In the place where I was once a seed
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Joelle E N
Poet & Storyteller ✨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf
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