Little tree

I have a little tree inside of me. A little tree of self-worth.
It says to me, “I am a good person.”
Unfortunately, it is very fragile.
When somebody shouts at me, the wind lifts its roots.
When somebody cries at me, the rain floods its roots.
When somebody strikes at me, the axe chops its roots.
The tree needs protection.
Protection so it can grow.
Extend its roots deep into the body.
Embed its worth in the fabric of the soul.
Only then will the elements strengthen the roots.
Protect your little tree, so that it can grow.
Protect your little tree, so that you can grow.