Branching Out

Let your hands
hang like the branches of the willow,
softly,
welcoming,
place of escape.

Pull back,
slap,
whip smiles off the face
of those who pulled at your roots,
angry you weren’t grounded in them.

Hold on,
you’re growing up and nothing,
no one
will I let
bring you down.

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