Pain of the weeping Willow

Shedding the scars like a new skin.

Ashes that meet the wind of hope.

Tattoos of the past of an ocean of letting go.

She will heal with every emotional wave.

She hears the echoes of the wolves haunting the forest of her sorrows.

With every howl is like a sad strong song in her mind.

The dust of the past will just be a breeze with the movement of the willow.

Magical change of strength to love herself again.

She is worthy of the crown of bravery to moving forward.

and have self love. she is her own purple warrior.