Rough and raw around the edges
Layers upon layers you’ll find me
I can’t take back what already happened
In fact- It’s a part of me, my many roots
Roots that have dug deep beneath
Without my roots, I cannot stand tall
Tall as the trees
It is ok, I am ok
For I have countlessly been washed beneath the moon and the stars,
Healed by the earth’s healing rain
I am me.
Every scar, every line
Endless stories to tell
So much insight and wisdom
So much love
So much light
So much tenderness and care
I can’t be me without my roots.
I learned how to heal
I learned how to forgive.
I learned that shame is not mine to keep
No longer to identify with
I learned how to speak to my inner child
Speaking as though she were my own
I learned how to be brave.
Braving the memories
As all the light bulbs start going off
Things begin to click
Suddenly what I didn’t understand,
Is crystal clear and healing
Healing those roots
So, I, the tree, can continue to stand tall