i’ve seen it before with potted plants
whose roots expand to bloom in places too small
while others wait to be given soil beyond measure
this is how i view attachment to any one stage of life
roots straining against terracotta
yet if we would only admit we’ve reached the end
i am certain we would find no void
only the fear of the unknown
the burden of first choosing a new path
then
rhythm
then
familiarity in a once new life
Liselle Yorke is a Trinidadian-Canadian artist, who uses poetry to express a desire to rid herself of assumptions and instead dig into people, society and herself with an untethered sense of curiosity that does not seek neat conclusions. Her writing strives to create windows that display a community who celebrates, protects, and respects life and individuality
