Branches

Through the branches I climb With scrapped knees and joyful giggles The innocence The ignorance As my young body rose and conquered I slipped, falling through the branches                Not able to grasp To the blissful moments                                           Keeping me young. The sudden responsibilities and blames to assume  add to the heavy years pushing My bruised body that has been slammed to the ground Yet I realize I am Able To climb despite the massive weight; Strong To carry the dreadful memories pull me down As I fall through the branches I am     Able               To grasp Onto my own strength and confidence The previous experience of falling Gave me the experience my body needed To heal while I conquer                                         The branches

This poem is about: 
Me

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