Journal

              Invisible Tree, Invisible Me

 I used to be strong as a tree, Bending and swaying,

 standing tall and proud; Providing stability for others to lean on,

And shade for comforting protection. Stretching strong branches,

To welcome the challenges Of the changing winds;

Growing taller and stronger When each new season begins.

Now, this Tree Struggles to stand Against the Stinging Winds of Chronic Pain.

Winds that cut like knives, Whittling my branches,

 and core Down to brittle twigs Of lowered self-esteem.

Riding the never-ending cycles of pain and fear,

Frustration and loneliness have brought me here.

Once again trying to plant new roots, Trying to grow out of the depths of despair.

Watered with tears, nurtured with perseverance, Trying to hold my ground.

 All the while, feeling invisible. For the mirror displays An unrecognizable face,

 With sick eyes and tired grace. A spirit shattered into pieces of lost dreams....

 No one can see, The Invisible Tree, Invisible Me.

                                                                                Unknown Author