Beneath the weight of the earth,
roots tangle like whispers of the past,
twisting through soil, anchoring stories
that hold me steady when the winds rise.

I’ve come to see that, like trees,
life has its own structure,
shaping us into who we are meant to be.
As trees undergo seasons—
fall, winter, spring, summer—
so do we.

And just as the leaves turn colors,
so do you. These are your roots;
embrace them, and tell your story
to others.

You’ve come so far:
from the edge of breaking,
to breaking open,
to finally accepting,
and now, becoming.
You are as beautiful and vibrant as ever,
a masterpiece of technicolor resilience.