My life is not dissimilar from a tree:
Roots – my childhood,
tangled, spreading out across the floor
but rotten to their very core.
A trunk – the inner part of me,
giving strength and ability to endure,
in a world that feels so very unsure.
Branches – my life now,
out to grasp the light and pull it in
to a heart prepared to give and receive again.
Leaves – my future,
allowing the light to help me grow,
to renew myself again and again,
as each new season begins.
© Sarah S. 2015