Roots Don’t Show

I don't speak unless the words hold weight. I don't force the door, I know to wait. I've been shaped by things that break most souls. Walked through the dark and still came home. Roots don't show, But they hold the tree. Roots don't show, But they carry me. When the storm comes knocking at my door, I go deeper than I've been before. You can leave, I'll still be there. I don't fold when everything gives way. I find ground beneath the ground and stay. I don't count what loving costs my chest, I just show up. I let that be the test. Roots don't show, But they hold the tree. Roots don't show, But they carry me. When the storm comes knocking at my door, I go deeper than I've been before. You can leave, I'll still be there. You won't see it in the way I stand. You'll only feel it when you need a hand. The weight don't scare me. It made me who I am. Roots don't show. Still here. Still rooted. Still yours.