battered, bruised and chipped apart
but we are solidly rooted
grounded in love..
misshapen – with an unspoken beauty-
an inward badge of hope, courage and strength..
We stand strong
like the statuesque oak tree that weathers the storms –
as it creaks and moans in its’ twists & turns..
we -too- bend to the mighty winds – growing in wisdom, connecting and forming to other branches – until we are so solid – no force can shake us..
standing firm in our twisted stance – we are beauty –
catching the eyes of passersby
sharing feelings of great expectations and desires of hope..