A bad apple, I fell
from the ancient tree,
without warning.
A quiet thud upon hellish plains, detached
from the familiar limbs
that held me
in limbo for so long.
My silent decay,
a sweet aroma
of the atrophy of my being,
intoxicated my demise,
and left me in a state of delirium.
Inside out,
I began to rot and fill with
wormholes that led
me on an internal journey of myself...
of what was left of me,
beyond the core and to
a portal of what I was meant to be.
Hollowed and bruised,
I laid listless
as the winter snow
sprinkled on me,
numbing me to the idea of solitude.
I slumbered for some time
in my white catacomb,
my ice castle.
I awakened to find myself
in the belly of the earth once more.
A wooden tapestry of roots
surrounded me...but I belong to
each of them as well as none of them now.
Upon this realization,
Mother Earth released me from her care,
and suddenly I found myself
above with the living once more,
not as a near corpse,
but a viable being
that had few roots of my own to spare,
ready to extend
my boundaries in this world.
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Submission Name: Family Tree
