Roots

Here's another one of those poems where I compare people to things, but it's more obvious as to what I'm comparing a person to. I wrote this to describe the importance an individual has in this world. We all influence at least one person in one way or another. Sometimes we may feel fragile and easily broken, but we most often never see the impact we have on others.

Roots

I anchor this plant

that sustains other life.

I reach for water and nutrients

to survive.

My system is complicated and unique

and can be damaged

with one cut or tug

of the plant I anchor.

If left alone, I might die.

I depend on other beings

and occurrences to survive.

At times, when there is no rain,

I am dry and brittle.

Other times, when there are floods,

I am eroded out of my home

and left to whither.

I am strong, but weak.

I am invincible and vulnerable.

Some may say

I am the most important

of the whole plant.

Every inch I grow,

my plant grows taller,

every day growing

ever more fruitful.