Roots

There is nothing to me
More than red and white, sometimes
My eyes are grey and blue
And the way I can't touch
The sky pulls me deeper
Into the Earth and Her friends
Want me to keep them going
Through the winter
But my bones will be dusted and put
Back together in the forest for no one
To see with my eyes, green today
Tomorrow I want to see in green
Textures that I cannot touch or feel
Emotions that taste like colors
Of the sweet roots of a sour tree
That scar me like the veins under
My skin, wanting to breathe in
Because there is nothing wrong
With being something else, sometimes