Privilege
Roots are the
first worry of a
newly sprouted
seed; they burrow
deep into the soil to
collect nourishment
for the branches.
Deep roots tug
at us. They can
hold us steady
through life’s
storms, but they
can also upend
and cast soil across
the paths we think
we’ve paved: There’s
this hollow notion we
can control everything,
but the truth is some
of us are just lucky.
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This poem engirds as fundamental truth of the universe. Good job.
The voice in this is wise, a sage…