This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter.
between the sacred mountains
I find the path that brings me
to my chest
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the sun is half-risen,
shining its light
onto the wake of the morning
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where am I rooted?
where have my feet been
before they felt the grooves
of this soil?
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the walk that has brought me here only reminds meÂ
to dig my toes in
so I can begin to rise