Body - Tree of Life

This is my body. My own tree of life. My scares & my strips. That felt pain overtime. It's true I have branches. That are strong but can break. With the world trying to handle me. With the energies they take. I can rebuild myself. Though it may take sometime. So, if I cut you off or don't speak a word. It's because my branches are breaking in pieces and silence is preferred. The silence isn't personal. Though I would understand if that is how it is perceived. I would just ask that you be merciful. In my time of grief. Because, this is my foundation. And my way of life. And if I can't fix it. Then there is no way that I will be alive.