I am the roots beneath the earth,
rarely noticed but always there to support.
I stay in my place, hidden beneath your dirt.
I am the branches that twist and contort,
ready to bend to your every will.
I stay flexible, willing to snap for your comfort.
I am the wind chilling the spines of the Nashville,
filling the air with lustrous sound.
I stay deaf -your song is what my ears fill.
I am the rose that grows from the concrete,
overcoming the adversity of your love.
I stay numb to your touch so bittersweet.
You are thorns, the foundation of my crown.
Pricking my soul, I bleed onto your feet.
You stay blind to the pain I suffer deep down.
I wait for the buzzing of the chainsaws,
the lumberjack puts me out of my misery.
And just like the birds who fly south,
you vanish into thin air.