I am a stump

a stump of a tree cut down

I have roots that grew too deep

roots that bind me to my place

I am not alive

but neither am I dead

I am a stump

Unable to move

unable to run

unable to join the friends that I have made

as they make their way down the path

I am just a post that marks their spot

cursed to watch but never to join

I am a reference point

a landmark of sorts

my roots

they are too heavy to move

too much dirt to dig through

too much weight to drag along

I am a stump

leftovers of a once living thing

a reminder of what I once was

and what I could have been

I am but a stump