Roots And Threads

//What, How, Why, Who, and Where//

What is up and down, but life 

going through moods that matter 

nothing once they are through? 

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How might I abound, but strife 

release its horrid clatter 

o'er my every move? 

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Why is my ev'ry sound, but rife 

with pointless, mundane chatter 

designed for naught anew? 

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Who am I to amount, but fife 

through this unwanted platter 

painted only to behoove? 

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Where's my final mound? But life 

remains in a ruined shatter 

with my torn roots askew?

//More Than Myself//

I am a thread in a quilt, 

Clinging to the unraveled fibers around me. 

They say, "Pull free, be your own thread!" 

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Though I break, I will not split 

For though faded, those shredding threads are what ground me; 

And without seams, I'd be dead. 

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I have roots, spread far and wide 

Under soil malnourished and sparse of flowers. 

And yet, there's no place to transplant me. 

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The world screams, "You must divide Yourself from them." 

Don't they know solitude devours 

Those that haven't community? 

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What is a flower without 

A field in which to bloom, or a vase to delight? 

The unicorn without its herd? 

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"I'm more than me," I cast out. 

What sort of fool would cut the strings to let the kite 

Fly free? Is that not absurd? 

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Yes, I'm tied to shattered souls. 

But they are pieces of me, not a spider's web. 

I wasn't born to self-venerate. 

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Of myself, I'm not proved whole. 

Broken are they who forfeit roots and threads for self. 

How could I e'er separate? 

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