MHAM Submission - Charlotte West
Poem by Charlotte West
I used to feel as though I was an extra limb -
An extension of others
And if they left me, I would crumble
My bones turning to ash and dust.
It was only when I was left
standing in an open field
expecting the wind to snap my spine
that I realised my body could stand on its own,
my bones growing into the ground.
I became a tree,
A home for others who could not hold themselves,
Like birds flock to the strongest oak
To hold their nests.