Roots

No matter how much I want to deny and run away

like many things in life weaving into my life and heart

only knowing after months or years 

every smile, conversation, destination

impacts me some way or another

My mind sometimes forgets

My body remembers

Please do not mistake me for an empty shell 

with walls ten feet high

There is more to me than meets the eye
because sometimes the darkness consumes me

and no one wants to see the ugly