Five Minute Friday: Roots
Sometimes they scare me, you know? I venture back to the place I was planted these days, the place that I first existed and began to grow into the person I see when I look into the mirror today. And sometimes I see nothing of myself in that place. I walk the streets, smile at the people, engage in conversation…
And for the life of me, I cannot remember who I was when I was there.
That’s so disorienting it takes my breath away sometimes.
Sometimes the disorientation makes me want to run back, to find her. To recover the girl that grew up in a small town and spent all her days with the same people for two decades of her life. The girl who had a life that was stable and predictable and dominantly very easy.
But there is no going back. I know she’s still there. I grew from her, and she still exists inside me. She is the roots. I’m the wings.
The person I used to be cannot hold the things I’ve come to know, the life I’ve seen, the people I’ve loved, the God I’ve experienced.
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