For years I longed,
For a place where I belonged,
Warm and sheltered, comforted and free,
Found it under a great big tree.
After years of shelter the tree gave way,
and its shadow began to slowly fade away.
But before the shadow had completely vanished,
Had to step out without the feeling of being banished.
Burnt by the heat and hit by rain,
Then came the memories flooding, leaving me in pain.
Wanting to runback into the comfort of the shadow,
Unsure of my future, I even seeked tarot.
After some time out in the open,
Slowly started to heal and mend what’s broken.
Heat turned to warmth and rain to showers,
I started to enjoy my new found powers.
There I stood once again reborn,
This was just the beginning of a new day’s dawn,
Looking back at the tree’s shadow, nowhere was it found,
Searched for it high and low and then I turned around,
For there it was once again,
Strong and sturdy as if nothing had changed,
But this time the shadow was not of the tree,
It was my own, the shadow was of me….