The First Year

Like a tree that has weathered a ferocious storm,

Lost its leaves and its branches,

Beseeching the sun to shine again.

 

Like a bird with an injured wing,

Unable to return to the nest.

Hoping that it will soon recover.

 

A young girl leaves home behind,

Losing her path, herself,

Praying for guidance during her metamorphosis.

 

Growing new leaves, new branches,

Healing old wounds, and new.

She finally understands the meaning of

“This too shall pass.”

This poem is about: 
Me

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