Identity.

Do you feel like a plant sometimes
Like you're rooted
Or like you imagine you are

Do you feel like you belong?
Do you feel like you're ingrained
In your culture
In your mold

And then were you uprooted?
And yet some residue was left behind.
And the plants that were by your side
All the while
They were left behind

The ones you used as mirrors
That made you believe you were you
And now you're not so sure anymore

And you wonder what defines you
And you decide
That you'll thrive here
You'll be a plant here
You'll bear fruit here
Because the sun still shines here
Because you can still feel the life in Your veins

Because you are you.

It'll take a while to grow the leaves that fell
The leaves that'll never be yours again.
But you'll grow them
And you'll find new neighbors.
But you'll never use them a mirrors again
Because you are you
And you are His.