Lyric

Do not pull too hard

The roots are listening

Loosen the old dark

A little at a time

I have held one shape

Longer than I knew

Lay the pot sideways

Let the soil fall

Not all at once

Not like a wound

Some clinging is memory

Some dust is fear

Repot me gently

I am still green

Under the tired leaves

Something small breathes

Find a wider clay

With room for turning

Press nothing too tightly

Around the tender threads

I do not need saving

I need softer hands

Repot me gently

Do not break the roots

I can leave slowly

I can learn new soil

No bloom is promised

Only less pain below

The old rim remembers

Where I bent inward

The new dark waits

Open and unclaimed

I shake without falling

I move without proof

Not every change

Needs a brighter window

Sometimes healing begins

Below the visible green

Repot me gently

Do not break the roots

I can leave slowly

I can learn new soil

No bloom is promised

Only less pain below

Hold the stem low

Keep the air quiet

Let the roots choose

Their own first direction

Repot me gently

I am still here

Not fully mended

Not fully new

But the soil opens

And I open too

Water me lightly

Leave space around me

I will not bloom tonight

I will only stay