Sometimes I feel
So Isolated by my growth.
I planted seeds –
And my shoots are showing,
Tender and green.
I am not where I came from
But I am also not yet where I am going.
I’m in an awkward stage,
That comes with growing.
I forgot to not compare myself
To the strong oaks
I was planted beside.
In order to thrive
I need to keep my eyes
On where and who I want to be.
Often I feel so small and meek
In the company of all I seek.
Common humanity says we are all in this together.
Self compassion says to love myself –
Regardless of whatever
Intrusive thoughts hammer and rain.
Stoic & determined
Is how I will remain.
Our roots entangle below the surface
We each serve our own unique purpose.
