Sown

angmaria

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. 

 

 

  • Author: angelamariabaillie (Pseudonym) (Offline 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
  • Views: 15
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  • Caring dove

    Lovely creative words ))

    • angmaria

      thankyou so much 🙂 x



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