I am the Tree of Hope—
I took time to rise
and grow in all seasons.
I tasted every change,
felt the pain of transformation,
and now hold its pleasure
with valid reason.
I recognized the scars
of each non-healing lesion—
Yet no failure, no hurdle
ever stole my vision.
Because I grew up to stand,
to serve,
and give comfort
to all region.
Thank you for visiting this quiet corner of my thoughts.
If this poem spoke to your heart,
I’d be glad to hear from you.
Reach me at:
Dr. Wahid Haroon
Reflective Writer | Diabetes Specialist
wahidharoon70@gmail.com
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