Poem # 90- Roots

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From where I stayed hidden,
Below the salubrious undergrowth
Growing and growing as the dandelions dried,
Onto the deep and dark brown under.

I submerged as a root,
Clenching to what seemed as a bottomless journey
To what seemed like a dark eternity,
Punctured to the hard, solid particles.

Rigid as I looked,
To protect my leaves above,
That was opened to the cruel world—
My whole span was to stand.

I may've been invisible to most of you,
But I just laid down here, carrying my foes
I may be just a root that sticks through the penetrable Earth—

But who cares? I still served the purpose.

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