There is beauty in twistedness and scars.
Resolve and resilience is at the heart of a living being.
Growing old with burdens, pain and oppression, yet, growing.
There is a map on your body that tells stories of utmost treasure. It is most visible at dawn, in the softest light. You extended your roots. What once was in your infanthood and by vernal adventures reached a threshold. Now you reach up to the sky, out wide to be stark.
Roots want to see the light and you make your story seen to the attentive eye.
20th February 2017 ©By Andrea Connolly