I too am like this tree.
My body has parts missing that I once thought were essential.
I am differently shaped than I once was.
I have scars where I used to have beauty.
At times I have succumbed to the pressures of the weather.
Yet, I am still here.
I reach toward the sun despite the pain.
I keep living despite what has gone on.
I appreciate each day, my scars, different shape and my life. Because I am still here to soak up the sun, get kissed by the rain, blown over by the wind and chilled by the snow.
I am still here.