You Can’t See My Roots
You cut me making me bleed
Liquid of life flows down my trunk
You strike and bruise me tearing my skin
Yet I stand tall // strong and mighty
For you can’t see my roots
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You cut off my branches take off all my leaves
Thinking surely he will die
You burn me stripping me bare
Leaving me exposed to the elements
Yet I stand tall // strong and mighty
For you can’t see my roots
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You cut me down to a stump and haul away my trunk
Not much of me left to show
Surely we have killed him this time
He has nothing left // his strength is gone
They do not know // they cannot tell I will rise again
I will come back with exponential strength
For my strength is in my roots
Wow!!! I love it! Great poem indeed! The strength is truly in the roots!! Wow! 🙌💯💛
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Thank you Tammy. I appreciate your kind words. Glad you enjoyed my post!
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You’re welcome!! Yessssss!!! I really did! Keep it up!!!
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Really hit home for me. Excellent poem!!
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Thanks Emily, I am glad it connected with you.
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love the whole poem, but especially love the refrain, for you can’t see my roots.
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Thank you so much! I thought it has such a powerful statement of strength for all of us!
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Beautiful, Dwight. My spiritual roots have sustained me through each uprooting and replanting: Guyana-Brazil, Brazil-USA.
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How wonderful! We can endure a lot if we have roots that sustain us. Thank you so much for reading.
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Oh my gosh! Awesome!
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Thanks!! Just for you!! :>)
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I can see that poem hanging on my wall. Just love it!
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Sounds like a great place for it! I would be honored!!
Dwight
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