There was a tree at the park
with no leaves or spark.
Plain and dry;
you couldn't see life.
But he was still there,
standing proudly and fierce.
He didn't give up
and decided to remain,
because Winter doesn't last forever
and Spring was coming to
bring back his beautiful essence.
There was a time where I thought very little of me. I judjed myself whenever my reflection appeared on a mirror and, through my eyes, I was the worst. But I started to try and love myself and embrace everything I thought was ugly or wrong. People may see us different and tell us things we don't like, but we can use those words to be stronger and love ourselves more.