In a mess, I am;
Get out of it, I wish;
The heavy heart kindled a desire,
Immature and unfathomed;
The earth feels comfortable;
Gravity plunges my feet into the soil,
Roots sprout,
Tangled in the soil;
Rapunzel would have been proud!
With my feet now strong,
I lift my heavy heart,
And gossamer it felt.
I sprout wings;
My feet holds me down;
I cut away my roots frantically;
Bleeding but free,
I fly high till the clouds heal me;
Am nothing but a fish in the sea,
but waters, I need no more.