Certainty

In peace I stood, knowing myself;
Or so I thought, with fragile roots.
I didn’t know my every breath
Was superficial—like my roots.

I started dancing, feeling free;
Took others’ hands and let them lead.
They took me far, away from me,
My heart was sore, started to bleed.

I looked around—I was alone;
Gullible, weak, dizzy, and lost.
Didn’t belong, away from home,
Prey to the unforgiving frost.

Yet from afar, a warm spring breeze
Kept calling me, showing the way.
Pink cherry flowers—my release!
I followed them without delay.

I grow my roots longer and strong,
Anchor myself to the soft ground
And softly murmur my own song
For my true self, to which I’m bound.

And still I dance, passion’s alive;
Deceiving hands I do not take.
I’ve found myself and I will thrive,
Forever rooted and awake.

– Patricia