Written by Jacob Ibrag
I am a tree stretching its roots toward the core
of this planet. I am sentience in awe of a tornado that
wants nothing more than to rip me out. That’s how it goes,
fascination and fear juxtaposed. If I survive this, will I be made
stronger? Will I want to loosen my grip to feel less grounded?
I am a tree with more than a few broken branches. I am
disheveled and more alive than I ever have been.
Image by angelo mercadante