Father, Who Art Thou?

I often feel as if I'm a small tree in this universe, vulnerable to even the slightest breeze. My leaves fall like tears. And like those leaves, my tears come back every season. Some branches break as my heart does, from a harsh wind caused by one's hurtful words or hurtful doing. I remain standing bare, feeling and looking undesirable, sad, lonely, cold, and lifeless. Until love shines over me like the sun's warmth coming through the clouds. Allowing my branches to breathe again, filling my heart with hope. But strength comes from within, not only from the support of others. Love from family or friends may help overcome pain, but you must also love yourself. Do not depend on others to give you life. Live life for you, then others, and have no guilt or regrets. I offer love and gratefulness to those reading this book. If I have touched one heart, eased one mind, and refreshed one soul, then I have succeeded. I have helped someone. Even if that "someone" is me. God Bless.