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)

Location: Quesnel, Quesnel

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