Roots

The plane preparing for take-off,
Fell to the ground.

The girl waiting for the boy,
Walked away.

The clock flying by,
Stopped working.

The world eternally spinning,
Ended.

The blood pulsing through your veins,
Came to being still.

The loss in your heart,
Disappeared.

The love of your life,
left.

But the roots that clench into the ground.
Hold you together.
Piece by piece and branch by branch.

You will become a forest, a battle,
endless growing, reaching to the height of a drifting cloud.

Trees that are soliders
Fighting, pulsing
Roots digging, deeper. Into the ground.
And you will never move, and you will never become lost.

The Rush That Pulls You Down

And if you want to leave me
Leave now.

And if you try to hurt me,
Hurt me now.

But I have guards encircling me before I hit the ground.

And if you want to run,
You better start now.

This is as alive as you're going to get.
With every breath, withdraw what needs to be gone.

You aren't lost,
You just don't see the way out.