Call me a tree

I am like a tree within the wind strong enough to stand on my own roots and hold up.My branches are like the pieces of my  heart and emotions,bending, snapping, and tearing apart into pieces.The trunk of the tree is planted in the ground,just as I try to be strong at times.A tree strong enough to withhold a tornado,as I’m I withholding the storms of life.Maybe the leaves on the branches:represent  their struggle and insecurities just like me.Each new season the trees leaves fall off and are renewed. Just as I with every season I go through.

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