You are my willow tree,
Surrounded by a body of water.
Your abnormality is striking,
Your leaves displaying like ghastly phantoms of forest-green.
You carry your demons on your body,
On the verge of drowning in a lake of despair.
You are different to other trees.
You are unique,
You are stronger with your scars on display.
YOU ARE READING
Healed
Poetry"Though I find it hard to speak, I promise to be fluent in loving you." A poetry collection for those on the path to healing, self-love and fresh beginnings. Written by @cmitchells ACHIEVED RANKS - #29 in poetry #1 in poembook #3 in healed #28 in p...
