100 days of solitude
It started with, being uprooted It was gentle at first I didn’t even know I was on trial it was happening Maybe I was just in denial or I was tricked into thinking it would be pretty smooth I was so wrong So, cracks in the nourishing soil showed Well, I had nothing to hide I was exposed on the outside then the fine roots broke they could always be grown back A couple tugs interspersed with periods of relaxation later I knew it was coming and for me only my entire body shuddered in anticipation The pot was shattered with toil precious chunks of soil clung to my deepest and toughest roots I longed for my old home and complained about fresh air It stung my roots in totality severed wit...