Watering Your Roots

Written by Thuy Nguyen
 

 

It’s that kind of day where dark clouds loom overhead,

& you are achy, exhausted & the only way is rolling out of bed.

 

Have your cry, but go on.

 

The tasks are insurmountable reaching up to the sky;

However do you even begin to reach that high?

 

Have your cry, but go on.

 

The world beats down upon your shoulders,

pebbles are placed atop your heap & wears you down in the burdens as heavy as boulders.

 

My dear, have your cry, but go on.

 

You dodge the stones they throw while watching you from afar bearing such heavy weights;

their efforts to trample you down to stay low in hates.

 

Have your cry, but now, look up.

 

The beauty of being trampled on to such a low, makes way for you to cultivate the inner strength to grow —

upwards, despite blow after blow.

 

Have your cry, but now, look down.

 

All your tears wept seeped into the soil below to water your roots deep, nourishing your seeds to soon sow.

 

Cry no more, & see with purified eyes all that you have become.

 

You can only look down at the soil that kept you grounded through all of those storms — because you bloomed into the sturdy tree that you now are, by continually standing tall against the norms.

 

You have bloomed, my dear, from every tear shed into the well that nourished your soul to become so deeply rooted.

 

So yes, go on & have your cry, but now from your deep inner well —

of joy, peace, & abundance derived from such a season of hell.

 

May we all become transformed through our hellfires —

for this makes way for our inner phoenixes to rise from the ashes.

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With LOVE. Always,

Thuy

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