Dear Buried Soul,

Dear Buried Soul,

Twenty-six years in this body

I want to return home.

Earth is where I am bound

Where I am connected

Here I am lost

Afloat, unchained.

Silent gravity,

No force to keep grounded

I have lost my way

Once so rooted, now not so

Cut and weeded, roots reparable

But stem now dead

In a new environment

A garden still blue and

Green to one thumb.

A comfortable vocation

But not near home

A temporary stay, an endless season

She remains

Afloat, roots unrepaired,

Stem surviving, yet only just

Here I remain

No rhyme with reason

For how long uncertain,

To only the universe

A thin thread sewed

The universe will provide

A home to me:

The only nourishment

For an ill-rooted stem

Belief alone but belief still

Enough to survive,

A fight to live.

Sincerely,

sushiaftertaste