Roots

BY MAYA CRANDALL

COMMUNICATIONS EDITOR IN-TRAINING

I am not sure

Where I am,

But I’m

Falling,

Falling.

As a crisp autumn leaf makes its descent,

So am I.

Never to be able to reach

What it has been holding

On to for its entire life.

Ever.

Again.

But I will become anew.

I will root into the ground,

Not unlike a seedling does.

I will grow new branches;

Create new leaves;

Become a new life

Entirely.

With might I will weather

The winter storms;

Resist against thunderstorm winds

Until I’m steady again.