'MY TREE'

"My Tree"

By

CHRISTINA M RICHARDS

A year ago today, I planted a seed,

Watered it with hope and it germinated indeed.

It opened its leaves to the sun,

to celebrate the new life, I had begun.

It started to grow, as did I,

and now my tree grows into the sky.

Where my sprit flies.

I feel unchained and no longer a lie.

My tree of hope is strong,

like myself but it took so long.

On the ground i now keep my feet,

for now, my roots are growing deep.

(I wrote this a year after I stopped using heroin and other opiates)

COPYRIGHT RICHARDS 2021