The deadly roots that holds you down,
Tearing your flesh with their thorns.
The Red dark blood gushing out.
Yet you still try to come up,
Above the monstrous roots,
To the warm soothing sprouts.
The immense heat like the boiling lava,
Cools down to the warmth of joy.
Just a spark from your touch,
Blooms an enlightening fiery flower,
Of your newly born spirit.
YOU ARE READING
Not a story but a piece of my mind
Poetryhow about just check it out what's inside... tell me what you think from your perspective. ? ***** writing, rhyming, making others confused - love it! ?? ~~~~~~~~ Take a chance and explore my mind! ??? Lots and lots of hearteu~~~ ❤❤❤
