Fighting Vines
Pulling and tugging
Roots unmovable
Clinging on for dear life
Letting go means death
Holding on, the vines cover the ground
Grass no longer seen
The vines were left to run free
They were in control
But out of control
No limits
No boundaries
No one to tame them
I am in control
I will tame them
They will have boundaries
They will have limits
The vines will no longer be allowed to run free
I will break the vine’s hold
The grass will again be seen
The vines can’t hold onto life
I pulled and I tugged
Their roots released
I won my Vine fight.
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Bravo! The stand in, standing up for those who need intervening on their behalf; protected. And doing it for yourself too maybe. It is hard work indeed.