I believed that the only roots
To put down were thin ones.
This would ensure that I’d
Be able to move with the wind
And feel no pain when transplanted
To some greener pasture.
I didn’t count the cost of ripping
Up what wanted to grow deep.
I didn’t calculate the pain from many
Hurried goodbyes with tears that never
Got the chance to water the ground.
I didn't consider the timidity of scarred roots.
Written for November PAD by The Poetry Pub