Roots

Roots

Seed
My fate had been sealed from the start:
I was to be uprooted, replanted, and uprooted again.

Sprout
When I was small, it was easy—
being plucked from the earth, once, twice, three times.

Seedling
My roots were still young and barely felt the tearing.

Sapling
But as I grew, so did my doubt. I longed for stability, to stretch deep and hold firm.
But the unplanting didn't stop, and it felt wrong to be torn away from everything.

Tree
By the time I had fully grown, I came to realize that sometimes it's better to have shallow roots that spread far—very far, across oceans, over continents. Each time I'm moved, I carry memories in every precious root. It is now my favorite mode of living. So I keep reaching, always seeking more, further, faster.