{take root}

 Rudiments

Of me.

Bulky & thick beginning

Jumble clustered

Smash pressed in between the necessity of now and the unknown.

Sideways, I stammer.

A battle of worlds rage.

Contentment.  Appeal.  Productivity.

Self. Self. Self.

I am knobby weak.

Undercut with doubt, I muster focus on my beginnings.

Rudiments

Of me.

 

Soft places growing.

Thriving, I touch past.

Tiny places of good.

Provided

Yet these unfurled dreams, they wake me.

Rumpled covers are decisions heavy and real.

I run my fingers through life once more.

For second thoughts.

For my Maker's lead.

Self. Self. Self.

Take root grace.