Plant my heart somewhere warm
Plant my hopes and dreams
Pick up my leaves and leave my pieces
That have fallen underneath
I am changing with the seasons
With all the pretty trees
Place my wishes deep underground
Where I can hold them dearly
Pick off what doesn't fit and leave it be
Like the trees will do yearly
I am changing for my well-being
I am becoming pretty
See what I have lost behind
But do not stop to retrieve it
That was then but this is me
And I have grown free of it
Rings and rings upon the tree
Cease the endless spinning
I wear my scars so decadent
Like garlands upon my neck
I hear my story is being shared
To other broken people
I am healing and bringing change
Ending the vicious cycle
I am growing all new roots
This spring I will be healed
I am growing all new leaves
But only time will tell
I am embracing my own me
I'm becoming my own self
I will blossom when I am free
Like all the pretty trees
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem