willow within

My life I see is like a tree, not planted from a seed but a branch from my father you see, beside him I was strong, my hair nice and long, it seems as if nothing could go wrong, out of no where someone decided to tangel my hair and break alot of my ends, never asking for help, I handled everything myself. Winter was my favorite time of year all my leaves dissapperd, just for a little while I adjusted very well, ugly as hell, slumped over no one could really tell, it was hidden very well, I here a voice in the wind saying get up this is not the end, you don't break you only bend, your a willow with in. Spring time came around and no matter how suffocated I was, I broke free from the monster that was taking over me, new leaves start to grow and cover my aching sole, soon the branches will fill in, my beauty will shine again, little did I know I was slumped over growing old, finally at last the voice of my mother from the past, you don't break only bend, your a willow within