Sister 

My branches were trimmed

Hacked to the stump

You nursed my wound

Teasing it back to life

Normalising my oddities

In a world where I fell

You cared for me

Till the flowers creeped forth

Making me strong

An invisible rock

Till the day I fade

Words will never be enough

Deeds insufficient

to compensate

What you mean to me

What you did for me

Bringing me back to life

When I saw no road back

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elizadavies

I can come in many labels, many boxes, a divorcee, survivor, traveler, writer, optimist. But these labels only limit me to who I am at this point in time. But as you will read on my blog, I am my journey. I hope you will enjoy walking this path with me.

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