Daughter Of The Forest

I love the woods, I believe I've the heart of the wood elf. Chills caress my pale skin as the winds roar and silver clouds begin to swirl.

At first, light rain sprinkles down and I look up, lightly fluttering my lashes I can feel my heart pounding and excitement kicks in as the thunder rolls louder and louder,

I can't help my smile as I fly through the forest. The rain and wind in my brown hair and I know I'm home. Yes, I have scars. Yes, I've had broken hearts. I used to hide them.

I would wrap my arms around anxiety and insecurity and shy away. Through everything, I know my Father had me go through what I did

So now, I am proud of my scars, proud of the broken hearts, proud of the tears that I've shed. He stores them all in his bottle. Nothing I've been through is or will ever be wasted.

I'm thankful for the lessons I've learned and the friends I've hugged good-bye. I want to be there with you. Among all the trees, vibrant and healthy, I open my eyes and see your face,

You're wearing the brightest smile I've ever seen.

This is the first time my anxiety doesn't bother me