Dirt and roots

Growth amidst the dirt and roots, the grime and smell yet yielding to life.

Crushed, down further and further into the decayed rotting soil of life goes the roots in search of precious water and sustenance.

Out of the effort springs forth life above ground where the roots can’t see.

It seems our focus in life is the above ground pursuit but the real pursuit occurs in the muck and yuck of the growth underground where eye cannot see.

Ever pressing onward deeper and deeper into blackness, void of senses yet toiling ever deeper in a necessary rush to find life.

The world around us draws towards the upward life.

Real life happens in darkness, in the workshop of root work.

Application:

How are you growing below the surface where no one can see? Write 3 ways you are growing.

Invisible

More than anything in the world I want you to see me.

Can you see me?

Do you see my effort to get noticed?

Can you see my dance, my song, my heart?

I long to be noticed, to be accepted, to be understood, to be nurtured, cared for as a mother cares for a child.

I am longing, hungry, empty, aching, searching, invisible.

See me but don’t see me, the tango of twisted evil, a divine yet cursed dance.

Even the writing is edited for the sake of invisibility for fear of scoffing.

Application:

When have you felt invisible? Write without stopping about a time you felt most invisible.

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