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Scattered

Can I stay rooted?

When everything insists on becoming wind,

When what I’ve buried

Flowers through cracks

Will I remember how to root myself?

Or, will I remain a dandelion?

Unthreading at the slightest wind,

Leaving when the earth feels heavy

Trusting the sky

More than my own roots.

Maybe I’ll land

Where I was always meant to bloom

Maybe healing

Has never been about become “whole”

But about finding the courage

To stay.