root

by Melissa Marie Tripp

my freedom is a derivative of owning the parts of me that are real.

love me so deep that your roots are mine and my roots are yours if only you could see me the way i see you when you see me see us.

when you speak your mind, you sing your heart.

i’m constantly becoming. growing, growing.. until i’m gone.

i have the power to invent my own brand of beautiful. beauty gives me that.

i’m the product of both the disassembly and the reassembly of my heart.

you inspire me just by breathing.