Rooted in the Inevitable Lbena T-Michael Lightning strikes a tree. Electricity bleeds from the branches to the leaves, shrivelling them up to a crisp before they nosedive into the grieved soil. On the incident’s eve, the tree believed a storm was coming. The roots sensed it. Dark clouds were detected. Cemented into the ground remained the tree, without feet to leave the scene. Plus, where else is a tree meant to be? But rooted still, and fed by the same sky that strikes it?

Count your blessings Lbena T-Michael Maybe your two cents was the last bit of change that I need To let my guard down and finally let my ego spill out of my veins. I never had much to my name, But a first and a last. In the middle of a sentence… is when I stop to gasp. Overwhelmed with the weight of the words that I claim, Choking on confessions and hard learned lessons, Battling my pride and pain. They exist in the same vein. In the same hood is where we both were raised.

Overthinking. Too much of my time thinking. Too much of my day is spent day drinking in my kitchen. Making cereal out of the blood from my veins and tears that my eyes were not missing. Now you caught me reminiscing. Caught me between a rock and a hard place. Through the storm and the hail. You can see I’m not well. So why are you reaching for me still? Like I can breathe, but can never exhale. So tell me… Am I overthinking?