Do you know what’s become of me? Ma, can you see?
The mess I’ve become, the once strong oak tree.
There are times I wish you were here. Other times I feel you quite near.
I talk to you silently inside my head, and sometimes at night when I’m lying in bed,
I wish life were different and no one would die. I wish for no pain, no reasons to cry.
Tears of happiness, those I can take. The ones I can’t bear are the tears of heartbreak.
You feel like you’re broken and never will mend. Then, like a miracle, branches will bend.
They bend without snapping, as you thought they would.
From mighty oak to osier, didn’t know that I could. Could rise again, after falling so hard.
Slowly but surely, I picked up the shards, of my shattered heart and my darkened soul,
When all that I saw was the blackness of coal.
All in all, I had no choice. This meant I had to find my voice.
For if I lay there any longer, I knew that I would not get stronger.
Somehow, I had to find my way. I knew I’d have to dig and pray.
And so, with every breath I took, I fought the fear, tried to look,
to look ahead and try to see, that lovely girl that once, was me.
I had to find a little hope, something that would help me cope.
Then I remembered fast and true, that I’m a seed that came from you.
And, if you could survive your life, surely I, could beat the strife.
So, I clung on with all I had, and inch by inch, good or bad,
I said I’ll take it, just today. Somehow, I will find a way.
Inch by inch and foot by foot, I cleared away the dusty soot.
Now here I am well on my way, to making life a better day.
Author Bio:
Johanne is a mother of three from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Her love of writing began as a child and she has been published in Survivor Today magazine. Writing is her passion and she hopes to share the human experience through her work.
The mess I’ve become, the once strong oak tree.
There are times I wish you were here. Other times I feel you quite near.
I talk to you silently inside my head, and sometimes at night when I’m lying in bed,
I wish life were different and no one would die. I wish for no pain, no reasons to cry.
Tears of happiness, those I can take. The ones I can’t bear are the tears of heartbreak.
You feel like you’re broken and never will mend. Then, like a miracle, branches will bend.
They bend without snapping, as you thought they would.
From mighty oak to osier, didn’t know that I could. Could rise again, after falling so hard.
Slowly but surely, I picked up the shards, of my shattered heart and my darkened soul,
When all that I saw was the blackness of coal.
All in all, I had no choice. This meant I had to find my voice.
For if I lay there any longer, I knew that I would not get stronger.
Somehow, I had to find my way. I knew I’d have to dig and pray.
And so, with every breath I took, I fought the fear, tried to look,
to look ahead and try to see, that lovely girl that once, was me.
I had to find a little hope, something that would help me cope.
Then I remembered fast and true, that I’m a seed that came from you.
And, if you could survive your life, surely I, could beat the strife.
So, I clung on with all I had, and inch by inch, good or bad,
I said I’ll take it, just today. Somehow, I will find a way.
Inch by inch and foot by foot, I cleared away the dusty soot.
Now here I am well on my way, to making life a better day.
Author Bio:
Johanne is a mother of three from Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Her love of writing began as a child and she has been published in Survivor Today magazine. Writing is her passion and she hopes to share the human experience through her work.
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