Flowers grow from Dark moments
Fighting to meet the world
To blossom dearly and humbly in the heavenly light.
Struggling through natural things
And things which are made to make you struggle.
An intuition to open my arms and smile
is prevented by many obstacles
I still stand tall,
head high
chest out, smiling and knowing deeply,
One day I would smile,
one day everyone would bow down when I smile
My obstacles are what strengthens me
To arise every time I die.
By Nana Yaa Bartels.
2 comments:
love!!
This was really nice. I don't know why Tamia's 'Poetry' came to mind while reading.
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