Finding My Roots ~ by Hannah Dorman There is a tree, that is meGrowing on a rock, on the edge of a mountainHeld fast by roots I cannot see. What my tree reveals above the solid rock is only part of meThe rest lies beneath...unseen. To search for my roots I must look inwardAnd journey through the rock into the caves beneath. As I loose sight of the daylight I am used to,I stumble on rocks and grab out blindly in the dark to steady myself.The deeper I go I feel afraid Afraid of what I might findAfraid of what I might not findAfraid I might loose my way I wonderShould I turn back from this uncomfortable exploration But then I notice a flickering lightA candle in the dark that draws me on.Further still I goOutside sounds become muffled and die awayJust the DripDripDrip Of water hitting rock somewhere in the dark, echoing around the caves.When I reach the candle I see in the distance another flickering lightAnd venture on.Another light appearsThen anotherAnd another. A path is appearing before meAnd I feel comfortI feel assured. Then, around a corner...there they are...filling a huge cavern My roots Dangling down from the ceiling aboveGlowing before me.I walk amongst themUntangling the ones that are knotted and un-attaching the ones that have become stuck so that they may grow freely now.I marvel that all this lay beneath my tree and I never knew. I close my eyes Breathing inBreathing out I feel peace And I know that I am home. ~ Original painting. Acrylic on wood ~By artist Hannah Dorman