Rooted

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We asked our followers on Instagram if anyone was interested in being a guest blogger on Blake & Beckner. Cassandra submitted her poem, Rooted, and we had to share this young talent with you all.

Cass is 17-years-old and loves to read and write. She started her blog as a form of self expression and a way to talk about anything from mental health issues to books that she’s read.

“My submission is about mental illness, something that will affect many of us at some point in our lives, and if not yourself, someone you know. It’s important to know you’re not alone in the struggles you’re facing, and to know that you’ll make it through the darkness. My poem, Rooted, is about resilience and being strong through the battles you may face with mental illness.”

Rooted

I am rooted.

A tree standing tall, resilient in the harsh, blowing winds.

Strong I stand.

I feel the storm arrive. The clouds surround the sun, suffocating its light, allowing for dark days.

There are days when the ghosts whisper in my ears, making me question all that I know, causing self doubt.

There are days when the clouds cry, making the ground muddy from their tears. I walk, and feel stuck. Unable to move because my feet are slowly sinking in the mud puddle, and I feel like crying with the clouds. But I’m too strong for that.

The winds blow strong, and I feel like anything could knock me over. I’m not the best with balance, but I’m getting there.

My feet are still learning how to support the body they were blessed to be a part of, although they don’t always see it as a blessing.

The sun hides away, suffocated by the clouds surrounding it. I too feel suffocated at times, but it feels safe to hide away sometimes. To block out everything around me and just, be.

But rather than hide away, I need to force myself to grow and bloom.

I need to stand strong and face the ghosts, the demons, that try to attack me.

The storm blows strong, but I am stronger.

I am rooted.

A tree standing tall, resilient in the harsh, blowing winds.

Strong I stand.

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