How Can You Help Me Pt. 6 Psychology 601: The Roots That Made Me

I fall again

Into the roots  

That made me

I drop through blood

I drop through years

I drop through  

Old inherited fears

I feel the illness

Half storm

Half seed

A twin born force  

I didn’t choose  

But still must read

Nature 

Hard

Ancient  

Deep

It carved its mark  

Before I could speak

A coded whisper  

Inside my bones

A myth that moves  

When I’m alone

Nurture   

Soft 

Shaping

Slow

It built the rooms  

I learned to know  

The voices

The lessons 

The quiet pain

The childhood storms  

That left their stain

My illness rises  

From both these streams

From nature’s pulse

From nurture’s dreams

Psych 601  

Meets me 

In the tangled roots  

Beneath my care

You show the blend

The braided thread

The way two forces  

Shape my head

You teach the science

You teach the lore

You teach the war  

Inside my core

You help me see  

What forged my fire

What fed my fear

What shaped desire  

You help me rise

Slow

But true

From everything  

I once lived through

You help me claim  

What’s mine to be

The roots 

The truth

The whole of me