Sturdy Roots
To remain soft
when your buttons get pushed
because people tend
to chip away at
something average
when it exhibits strength.
I long to celebrate.
It’s something strong in me
timeless, golden, shining,
so bright it’s heaven.
To forgive
is the currency
of the richest of rich
and their wings
are so light
they’re never not in flight.
The ground melts into mercy
wherever I walk
and I look souls in their eyes
and see humanity and heaven
and my heart blesses
and does not curse.
Soft is strong.
Soft is brave.
And I’ve got sturdy roots.