Roots

Rania Zaki

photo by Neha Mani

I held onto their beliefs

With claws of flowered roots, 

It felt like the only way I could root 

Into the soil of a cruel world

Yet, 

Losing them, 

Shedding the thickness of my flesh

Allowing myself 

To rise with the wind,

Spread like wild-flower,

Allowed me to bloom.