The Survival Root

The survival  root .

 

I want to feel the root of it all.

I want to see the beauty around my mind.

expanding the endurance during every inhale within me.

 

for I must practice the survival because this is living beauty,

 

this genuine living,

 

takes my breath away.

 

surviving is yearning to hold a life.

 

Living is yearning to do something with your life.

 

I yearn to hold my root close to my heart,

 

cherish this root and,

 

watch this  pretty little root blossom into a fearless being.

  

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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