I had to pull back all the layers that kept me safe all these years: My past insecurities, my uncertainties about my future, and the memories of my past I was still holding onto for far too long.
I thought I had no desire to let them go because if I did, how could I forget and forgive those who hurt me with their words that still haunt me to this day?
So, I could start living in the present, which has ups and downs.
But I’ve learned those struggles have me growing as strong as a tree, and my many layers fall off like fallen leaves.
I am lighter and brighter, and I know I am a fighter until the end.
But I know I have much more to give as my wounds start to peal over and heal to the warmth of autumn’s beauty that surrounds me again.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes
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How does a “tree” know its strength if it is not blown by a wind? We are that tree at different stages in life. Some break while others, even pushed down, stand back up.
That is so true; thank you for commenting and taking the time to read my poem!
You’re welcome🙂