Sturdy Roots

To remain soft

when your buttons get pushed

because people tend

to chip away at

something average

when it exhibits strength.

I long to celebrate.

It’s something strong in me

timeless, golden, shining,

so bright it’s heaven.

To forgive

is the currency

of the richest of rich

and their wings

are so light

they’re never not in flight.

The ground melts into mercy

wherever I walk

and I look souls in their eyes

and see humanity and heaven

and my heart blesses

and does not curse.

Soft is strong.

Soft is brave.

And I’ve got sturdy roots.