8 October, 2016
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
Sometimes we bend and sometimes we break.
Sometimes we lose part of who we were
But we all survive.
Branching out in a new direction.
Are we less than who we were?
Perhaps, but perhaps we are more
Filling the gaps of what once was
The scar is but a memory
Lost upon the years
The new becoming, of who we are
A passing memory of what once was;
Is only that.
We all get a few scars in our lives
But we heal, and live to tell about it
And we move forward...
------- Author's Notes -------
This was inspired by a special tree, Michael's Tree, that a large branch was lost from in the Hurricane.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|anonymous (188.8.131.52) -- Saturday, October 8 2016, 07:26 pm|
Awwww I love this!!! Thank you
|mental (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, October 8 2016, 09:25 pm|
this is true.where are you I'm on the coast of sc
|Dreamer (220.127.116.11) -- Sunday, October 9 2016, 03:20 am|
I am in Indiana. Michael who inspired the poem is in the Vero Beach area. Take care during the storms Mental.. I'll keep you in my good thoughts.
|mental (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, October 9 2016, 10:31 pm|
i'm good last night very windy today clean up day thanks for your thoughts.
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