Bending

I noticed a wounded tree and told her
I’m sorry they did this to you, but
You’ll heal around it. We are bent over
By our greatest pains and subsequently
Molded by the fire inside. Having
Healed around wounded days, I know
Time is bright, but I am brighter.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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