These roots will grip!

Posted January 20th, 2009 at 7:47 am / Poetry / Author: Laura

Like an earthquake in my heart,
The soil breaks and scatters,
Growing me in too many directions.
Roots grip to me, while my roots grip back.
Yet I am but a dandelion in a vast field of grass.
I tremble from the quakes that have shaken my stability.
So much bigger, are they,
Than the physical embodiment of experience.
I know I am but a blooming weed,
And yet
I will have purpose!
Beauty or practicality?
Tea or a bouquet?
My fate remains to be determined.
Yet in a moment of a quake,
My petals will shake,
And these roots will grip
To whatever grows them.