The Tree of Life


We all have our faults,
but some are rooted deep
by the scars of their past.


Some of our trunks are splintered
by our upbringings,
foundations shaken by
nurturing or lack thereof.


When our identity is fractured,
it affects our ability to grow
into healthy trees.


We find it difficult to branch out
when we are accustomed
to be stunted by those
who are supposed to help us mature.


Our limbs withhold giving love
because we fear rejection
and we begin to believe
our flaws define us.


We forget that circumstances
don't determine our destiny,
for even flowers can bloom in concrete.

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