Unrooted
Unrooted: Sandesh Maurati
I’m a tree:born with the help of nature
With the help of my motherland, my family
And I’m born with leaves, branches and roots
Leaves to be happy
Branches to take my responsibility
And roots make my life strong and comfortable.
When I was a young sapling, I was weak
But nature gave me support through sun, rain and soil
At age of six I was suffering pneumonia
I was unable to survive and was left to die
But my Grandma carried me from village to village just to save my life,
She sold everything to pay for my treatment
She never let me feel like I was a burden
Even when she was having hard time herself
She made sure that I was safe and protected
She never doubted me and always thought I was on the right path
But the days never remained same
At the age of 13 yrs old, I lost my grandma
I started to feel like everyday wasn’t Sunday
I lost all my hopes and faith in my own life
I feel like I was covered in black cloud with heavy rainstorm
Where I can easily be carried away
I tried to become stronger where I can challenge myself to people
Because growing up with lots of people used me as a broken branches
Put me down down into fire where my life turned into ashes
High school freshman year, everyone laughed at me when I spoke in English
Because it wasn’t good, because they didn’t understand what I was saying
I wasn’t the same person as I used to be and still I’m not that person
I lost everything I had
I started to realized that I couldn’t get my memories back
I fought myself not to cry every single night
Because the truth was people were tearing my leaves, cruising my branches
And purging my roots
In places I was moldy, people found my weakness and put me down
It was hard to believe in myself,
To hold on to all the leaves and branches and thinking about how to be succeed
But I need to overcome my fear from droughts and fires
I have to learn how to put myself in strong position
I will find a place of happiness for new life to grow
My leaves will changes into new colors,
I’ll be strong enough to make my branches strong
So I can give other creatures somethings to hold to
Give them a support even If I’m having a hard time in my life
I will help my family tree grow
And connect our roots to fulfilling my dreams as someone I always wanted to be
And even though her soul is in my heart
I will make my grandma proud
I will make myself proud
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