Planting Roots
I’ve been uprooted from my home
 more than a handful of times.
I think of myself as wanderer 
Grounded not by the place 
But more by feel.
As a humanoid
I grow roots by 
Filling voids.
Family is
One anchor, 
Friends are another, 
Love becomes 
a binder. 
No matter what route I take,
By fate, circumstance, or chance,
I find a community
 where my toes can wiggle, 
My arms can spread,
My voice can be heard.
If I listen to the 
Whispers of others.
I’m rooted.

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