Roots

I've caught a glimpse of a different dimension and since then have felt a pull.  As if I have these deep roots inside of me searching for a place to rest.  I never knew I had these roots, or even the desire to find a resting place.

Being a lone wolf was comfortable--but stagnant.
Having everything put together was secure--but unrewarding.

Since that first glimpse, I can feel the roots stemming out, pulling, and reaching like tendrils on a vine.  I know I cannot go back.

These roots have complete and genuine interest in seeing something through. An ability to see potential when other eyes would not. A desire to invest, to support, to listen, to learn, to share, to understand, and to respect.