Poem 19: Roots

roots are not memories

roots are not the past

roots are not who we were

roots don't go away to fast

roots are our beginning

roots are were we start

the represent the we are alive

down deep in our heart

the worst of them all has roots

the best of all has them too

all who live and breath has them

even both me and you

roots is what holds us down

what keeps us from flying away

what never lets us go

no matter what we think and say

but one day in the future

a peson will chop us down

leaving the roots to die

and us in a tiny sorrow to drown

but to your surprise

that when the day comes near

the person who chops you down

is you and everything will be clear

you are your downfall

the one who kills your roots

the one who you will become

that stomps on you with your own boots