At the Root
Growing from my chest
All the foliage,
Greenery of the world.
My heart beat
Makes it green, grow
Breathe.
Without me
All plant life
Will die.
For this, I must carry on.
For this, I must not perish.
April 9, 2015
prompt: Ekphrastic
poem
("Roots" by Frida Kahlo)
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