I am the Willow.
I bend to the will of the Wind.
He is satisfied that he has caused me to weep.
He does not know; I do not break.
His lack of understanding comprehends not;
I am renewed from a depth he will never come to know.
Encouragement I gain from the near-by stream as she whispers;
“You are loved.”
The gentle embrace of the cleansing rain heals my wounds.
Even with the scars that remain, she comforts me with the wisdom;
“You are beautiful.”
The Robins build their nest in the shelter that is my branches.
They sing a new song to my soul;
“You are needed.”
The sun rises, light shines through the past darkness.
I recognized a new truth;
I am a survivor.
__Lauralynn Browning
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