Let the storms come.
Let the rain beat endlessly down upon my head.
Let the wind howl in the night.
For I am anchored in this soil beneath my feet.
My roots have grown,
Stretching many meters beneath the surface.
Let the storms come,
For they won't knock me down.
Author's note: Just wanted to let you guys know that this beautiful painting was done by my sister.
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PoetryA collection of (kind of) poetry of mine. I guess you could say that these are kind of written to myself as little bits of encouragement. Life isn't always full of rocks and hard places and sometimes that reminder is needed in the form of writing...
