Life starts ,
as a seed...
With time ,
we grow.
Destined to blossom,
Only for our own life purpose.
Time is precious.
Not for the faint-hearted!
Withering ,
the next step,
to finally rest.
Our time will come ,
when we have to ,
be a seed again.
( Dedicated to my late grandfather , Cedric Christopher Samuels. May you rest in peace , Pa. He encouraged me to write poems and stories. )
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PoetryAn anthology of poems , which surround the issues that come with life. It is about struggling , growing , breaking and trying to not let life define you. This is my journey in trying to be what I want to be - WILD & FREE !