Thorny Life
You are not a weed,
Trying to get through
You are a stubborn flower
Growing, Stabbing and breaking boundaries
But stop, see, smell
The flower
Humble, patient and stoppable
Look at how far you have come.
Being chosen is an honor
Traveling from hand to hand
Place to place
Yet who helped, who discouraged
Life gives on, live it,
You know what to do
Grow –Live with all you have
All you have is all you can give,
Don’t expect anything,
Just know it will be all right
This poem is about:
Me