MHAM Submission - Charlotte West

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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.

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