Strong,Strong wind
It seems I've not written in quite some time. You see, a wind storm can strike at any moment and leave either twigs or torn up trees. It depends on the wind just as it depends in the tree. I am not a strong tree. I have strong roots, and it is promising that I will bloom again. Disaster can strike anywhere , and in my case it strikes with my heart. I am now 5 months pregnant, my 4 year old son has been in temporary custody of my aunt, however I am fighting to get him back. Fighting for my rights, for my children, for my heart. Sometimes it feels like I'm fighting for my sanity. But lo and behold; I am strong. I am rooted. I am still growing though I may only be a stump . My tree is strong . And it will take a strong , strong wind to knock me down . -Dev ( The runaway heart )