Pulled through the mud,
kicked to the ground.
But I thank you, for this.
I thank you for what I've found.
Learning through experience,
and growing deep like a tree.
I've found strength in the fall,
that no longer consumes me.
As tall as ten feet,
but never expecting.
I take my first steps,
and find the ones i've been neglecting.
My roots have grown intricate,
streaked with both pleasure and pain.
Their ends meet at my hands,
and I find myself with a name.