The point after all is I survived.
I survived every storm
You sent my way.
I won’t say I came out unscathed,
I am now covered in scars
but I breathe now,
and soak in the morning sun
without burning my skin beyond repair.
What you did not understand then,
That a storm may be powerful enough
To uproot oak trees
but it has to pass one day and when it does
There rises a new sapling
where the oak tree used to be.
The point after all is that the storm has passed
And I am finally alive now
breathing above the soil
Soaking in the morning sun
Without burning my skin anymore.