The Willow Tree
The windswept the hair from my eyes
One tear streaming down my cheek
I always seem to have goodbyes
Every year every month every week
They fill my head with their lies
When I cry, they turn the other cheek
When I feel this lonely my Willow tree, I hold dear
Every day I climb her branches, for every day I fear
As I grow, so does she, my willow tree
I hold her branches tight and her whispers near
Its ok she whispers my dear
One lone tear streams down my cheek
One day you will be free
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Born in 1980 in Australia
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Survivor of extensive childhood abuse, and now live with C-PTSD
I am a Community Worker, Trauma Informed Doula, Trauma Informed Yoga Teacher, Child Educator and work intensively with neurodivergent Children and survivors of abuse
I am a keen social advocate and really believe in kindness.
Kindness can change a life it really can
