The Tree Of Life

The leaf of insecurity trembled and held still,
Supporting on its surface drops of ego.
Above it, self-esteem and image fell victim,
To a spider of peer pressure and of school.

A wind of bereavement swept its way through,
Knocking from the leaf all drops of dew.
The spider reaches its prey and grasps them,
And they are gone now, there is nothing left.

Now the leaf is empty, now the tree is bare,
Supporting on its branches nothing more.
Now the child is crying, cutting, puking,
All for lack of a self-worth and love.

The End

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