The tree

Look at her then 

Look at her now

How was she breathing

She still struggles sometimes

Drowning in that storm

She rules the waves now

She cried so many nights

She still feels so much

But she made it

You're doing amazing sweetie

Put on some music, brush your hair

You are where you are supposed to be

From a withering flower

To a blossoming tree

Your roots are secured

Your branches growing beautifully

Those cuts from the past will always be there

Etched inside you permanently 

But it won't stop you growing 

It can't stop the sun from shining 

The river still flows past

Brining new life and new memories