Beginnings

How can such deep connections be broken so sharply
Where once stood strong roots, now a blowing twig in the breeze
Do the roots still lie under the surface
Like a mother's roots remain within her infant's belly
Long after their ties were cut

Are these roots of use, can we still grow from them
Or do they just leave a permanent mark of our humanity
One that proves our dependence and survival all in one

To live for relationships knowing to trust means to fall
To live for connections knowing they are never tangible
Means to be as the twig, plant your roots but be ready to fly

What the twig holds that roots do not, is the bud
Roots may only become deeper where they stand
Only through painful transplantation can they try to start again
But the bud, upon a floating twig can start anew
Wherever the wind may place it.