A tree grows crooked toward the light

Some of us
Don’t learn how to lean
Never learned to accept
A helping hand
Trauma at the root
Wraps the whole tree
In ways looking in
You’ll never understand
This isn’t the life
I carefully planned
This is the one I built
From ash
Gently I wrap up my hand
In bandages
To heal from holding carefully
Th…
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