Separate but whole*
I have seem to come here with a truth
I was a product that was deep in a root
I sprawled upward and began to grow
A teaching in every moment that I know
Strength was within and I continued on
There was no end result in seeing it done
But behold that when I fell from my parent, the oak tree
They were no longer needed for who I found was me
I stayed silent for a spell and possibly journeyed a mile
Until I was comfortable to stay awhile
For now it is my turn that it is to be born
To become once again that oak tree, the acorn
Dom*Colucci 2014