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

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