This is where I stop. I don’t move my feet a step further. I ground down, deep. Deep into the earth because if I step closer toward any direction, I risk never being able to reroute myself.
This is where vines emerge from the earth. Stunned, I watch as they move between my toes, in line with my feet’s tiny bones, knotting around my ankles, applying pressure at my knees, knocking me down.
This is where, if I don’t move, regardless of the outcome, I will stop being able to feed myself. I will try to eat the vine. And the vine will keep me alive, but not living.
This is where no one shows up to cut me free.
This is where I wait until my nails grow long, long enough to cut through that which is holding me down.
This is where I dig into the dirt with my hands and pull out the roots.
I leave them behind me on the road in the hot sun, with nothing left to nurture the diseased parts.
No one is coming to rescue you from the circumstances of your life. You are your greatest resource; your energetic system holds all you need to get on with things.
So get on with things.