The mighty oak
tall
straight
reaching for sunny skies
never changing
never bending
always a beacon for the storm.
The gentle willlow
sweeping the ground
supple
lissome
bending
as the storm rages on.
I have the strength
the determination of an oak
to withstand pain
to stand tall
facing the storm
as I am pelted with rain and hail.
Twist and turn
accept
know
that despite my strength
I need to bend
like the willow
to protect myself
to keep safe
this heart
that I am holding out to you.
Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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I love this…. beautifully said! ❤️
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Thank you. 💖💖
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