Be The Tree #poem

Warped are the roots, yet tall’s the old tree, What hides beneath the surface is strength, you see. Stronger with age, finds growth through the muck, The path of each finger searching sustenance, not luck. It either moves or it crushes some rocks in their way, Or it tunnels around, finds other places to stay….

Our bodies remember trauma, even if our brains fail to register.

So I get these weird random Depressy sort of days out of nowhere. Yesterday was one of those days. I got to wondering about why this happens, so I pushed my memory and racked my brain. I revisited some times in my past that are usually avoided, and sure enough the dates added up. I…