The roots of the tree that made me
The heart of this tree that beats is me
My edges not smooth or perfect
They are ridged through the storms that life throws
But here I stand, my heart beats and I continue
to grow .
I flourish at times and my colours show
Other times I'm bare , its not to scare
I have to go through the seasons
Times of change that eventually give
great reason.
I will continue to stand and grow for many years
I am this tree
There are lots of branches and beauty to me.
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Author:
angelamariabaillie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2022 17:34
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came to me when i was sitting in an art therapy class 45 minutes to produce anything that comes to you. \r\nThis came to me i didnt fix it up or change it i left it how it is as i feel its powerful to anyone who reads it and needs to hear these words \r\nenjoy reading x
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Lovely creative words ))
thankyou so much 🙂 x
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