The Roots of my familiar are questioning me
These are the roots that anchor me
I’ve left them behind many a time
But they force their way into my consciousness
Telling me who I am and what I could be.
I put down my roots and I leave them be.
They chastise me when I stray, when I’m being someone else and not me.
They hold fast when I forget who I am and where I’m from.
The Roots of the familiar are holding on.