Roots run deep in ground and soul.
An anchor that starts from just a seed.
Under ground, alone, where most would concede.
Supporting the coming branches the only goal.
My seed germinated watching family and friends.
Digging deeper into my soul, psyche, and heart.
Branches appear showing visible me, but roots hiding a part.
I send out new branches hoping for contact that will last til my end.
Lightning has come and burned some of me away.
I have been deceived, hurt, and sometimes let down.
The pruning shears have cut and left me a frown.
Not knowing why that branch that I loved could not stay.
Through storm, through shears, through failures I keep
Growing up towards the heavens, my roots run deep.
About the Creator
Carl Hartman
I am married and have three sons and one granddaughter. We live in Ohio and other than Army time, I have lived in Ohio my entire life thus far. I enjoy writing and reading what others have wrote.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.