With foundations rocky
The need to retreat grows stronger.
As uncertainty rips through a barely grown over path
Solitude beckons, company no longer
Wanted as new roots dislodge easily
And hang there in seeming helplessness.
Suspended; wondering if they too
Are destined to wither and die in this senselessness.
With external rescue a mere abstract notion now
Those young roots calm themselves; steady.
Stronger than they ever thought possible
They re-attach to the earth; that’s ever ready.
More resilient now that they fought to stay.
Birth, death and re-birth; Everyday; In every way.