A weed grows deep roots
It crushes the soil beneath
Drinks the nutrients dry
A hungry toddler
No control, no care
Only consumption
A weed grows deep roots
Never to be interred or
Destroyed, a botanical
Hydra fighting for its
Survival against its killer
So crush it, burn it, cut it down
A weed grows deep roots
It flowers above and spits at you
And says that it shall not be removed
I have rooted in your mind and will
Hollow you out with my tendrils
A weed grows deep roots
Its nature is to be resilient
There is strength in facing
An enemy with stubbornness
And a string of fuck yous
There is beauty in failing and
Getting right back up, blood
And bruises be damned
There is peace in knowing
That a weed grows deep roots
That it can not be overcome
That it can never be beaten
When the weed dies
The world remembers
The soil mourns
The roots stay
Poetry Overdose 