If somebody read me the script of my life
I’d think they were nuts, keep my distance.
I’d pity their madness, I’d offer them rife
and strongly misguided assistance.
When I’m a tree I will stand for a thousand years.
I will not question my reason
for being,
or the choice to grow tall on the side of a cliff.
I will be neither proud nor doubtful
when I’m a tree.
I will be thriving and resilient. And I will be free.
So much of who we are stays hidden, like footpaths in a dark forest. Some of those hidden paths we acknowledge to ourselves, but most we don’t even know exist and are shocked to see them revealed in the light of day.