My soul grew crooked
like a tree whose life
was spent leaning into the wind.
My heart grew gnarled
in places that had been
smooth and lithe just years before.
I became accustomed
to the bareness of my branches
and the scars cut into my bark.
I may not flower or
provide the usual beauty
that the world is so dependant on
but I promise to always provide
shade and coverage for those
who need rest and protection
and I think there is
more than enough beauty in that.