POETRY: Uproot

Thoughts of unworthiness have grown strong
since those seedlings of doubt took root
and formed a crown.

Its branches snag on any and everything. Even
air.

Its leaves rustle and whisper reminders of
insecurities, reasons for futility.

In tandem with the branches, they move
reflexively to block any peeking rays of light.

The trunk contains enough water to quell
any embers within, lest they spark and burn
the whole thing down.

The soil was dense with history of nothingness.

Still, the roots held on for dear life when the pollen came.