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