I was once a flower
Blooming brightly in my little pot
Fragrant to anyone who held me
A visual pleasure
But no one pitied the flower
When it was trampled underfoot
It's petals withered and broken
Dying in the mud
So then I became stone
I became cold
Became hard
Indifferent to the world
Leave me in darkness
Drown me in deep waters
Doesn't matter
For I was stone
But then,
I was lead from the darkness
A hand held out
Fished me from the waters
And so I became,
Redeemed
Neither flower nor stone
But redeemed
Free of yesterday's
With a guiding hand for my tomorrow
Earthly things fallen from me
I was truly free
Now I am,
A light
Not as a star or a flame
But a testament to the power of His name
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Those Things You Call A Poem
PoetryJust a collection of my in and out creativity. This is my rant area so warning, it's cringe, and emo, and just a mess.
