Beneath the veil,
Compartmentalised,
She was put in a box and labelled,
Constrained and restricted.
She was told to squeeze into predefined locations,
Made to fit into awkward shapes.
Suppressed,
She struggled to break free,
Stayed concealed under tough surfaces until she burst out from the too small corner,
The edge,
Where she'd been sidelined.
Muted,
She appeared a little damaged on the surface.
Scars showed from things called development and progress.
Nevertheless,
She continued to please others with her dazzling radiance.
Momentarily,
They admired her,
Filling their cup,
Taking what they needed,
And more.
She liked pleasing them,
So strove more and more,
Without realising her reserves were almost drained.
Energy she'd spent,
Lifetimes accumulating,
She continued,
Until it was almost too late.
She needed time for herself,
To remember,
To restore,
To regenerate her wounds.
Beneath towering structures and monoculture backyards,
Fragmented nature strips and endless tarmac,
Her light remained,
Though shrouded,
Ever-present.
Her roots and magnetism endured,
She just needed to connect with the sky.
She had all the wisdom and knowledge buried under it all.
She just needed to be seen for who she really was,
And nurtured back to full health.
They asked her who she was,
And she couldn't say she hadn't forgotten.
Not really,
She just needed to remember,
To remove the veils,
To reveal the treasure that had been hidden,
But was always there.