Roots

A poetic flower evolved to breathe without its roots
Through the mud
Determined to be my own proof

Buds beautifully blossomed beyond a conscious understanding
On solid concrete my dreams are standing with me
I tatted “believe” because that’s all I used to know

What is the point of living if you are not going to grow?
To remain the same is to remain the average Joe?
Forced to not always think but sometimes know

Time is not allowed for guessing
Nesting on possibilities and chances
You have a chance to neglect this but why would you?

Everyday seems hard but everyday seems new
Intuition being used as clues to guide towards greatness
I will remain complacent because attitude is everything

Perception is the only one who brings pain
Pay attention to your heart
It embarks on a mission to become one with you
A poetic flower evolved to breathe without its roots

Copyright 2017 Ta’Mesha Smith

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