When the Cellar Children See the Light of Day

Oak Tree

 
I always seem to be on the other side of the river or
In a forest...my voice whispering in the wind.
Some hear me,others dismiss me...
Some reach out for me...with unconditional love...while some wounded within,know only to make an attempt to trample on one's spirit.
 Iam learning 
to embrace 
my inner Goddess 
                      of strength
                                 and love ...
    Wrapped in a ribbon of peace.
          After all,
              when you have wings,
                             you rise above. 

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Oak Tree

Mirel Wagner