Wednesday, September 10, 2008

My eyes are wide with concern
Muted by this lack of natural beauty
All color, all wonderment washed away
By the break down of the roots
From which this world became
The roots that were once so strong
Shriveled up underneath the concrete
This false foundation
Just doesn't hold my footprints like the soil
Which once held the roots
to my very being
The stubborn imitation of the stone that once was
The real beginning
Plants weaving their way through the cracks in the street
Half-faded, the sun blocked by the street signs
The buildings towering above
The trunks of the trees older than our minds
Shrink underneath technological advances
A cool breeze puts shivers down my legs
While my palms are warm with sweat
My anxiety melts through my skin
My fingerprints produce tears
My eyes too tired to care
Too tired of the repeated scenery
I need to get out of here
Walk until my feet are blistered and bare
Where the roots are plugged into the ground
Intertwined between my toes
And the wires of the past cut short
My heart remains within the trees
Each ring gives me comfort
Each branch, welcoming me home

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