Blue Tree

I don’t know where to start. There has been a mark left on my heart
I sometimes feel like a piece of art which has been pulled apart
Cut into
Painted a different shade so I don’t look grey as the clouds or as pale as the sky

But, I do try even with all of the coloured dye
I hope I don’t dry out or be turned inside out
Into the skip, where I fall and trip
My colours drip down the canvas

Amongst the colours of my life left by the waste side
The atmosphere, out here is clear
The rain falls and leaves me with a blank canvas after all
I now don’t feel so small
I can finally stand tall

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About Rosie Burnham

Twitter: @Rosie_Burnham Blog: rosieburnham.com Huffingpost Blog: www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/author/rosie-burnham Very Loose Women (ResonanceFM): http://bit.ly/2l02xw3 Women's Health Magazine (Strong Minds Issue): https://www.pressreader.com/uk/womens-health-uk/20171201/282948155497339