Uprooted

I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.

Uprooted, yes

Out of home and out of bounds

A heart searching for meaning

First must lose all it knew

All ideals and certainties

Falling apart one by one

Leaving the heart empty

But open, yes

Really open for the first time

In deep waters, yes

Drowning in the unconscious

It had lost it all

When its eyes finally opened

A heart felt its beat

Life came rushing in

And aware once again

There it was

Floating and free

Back to the surface, yes

Creating roots once again

Without a need to prove anything

A heart stopped struggling

A heart started breathing

No environment could stop it

Conscious and clear

A heart finally found

Authenticity

…

I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.