Fragile, but Strong.
Curious and Brave it is,
Who gathers the courage to stand against adversity.
It blooms brightly in the darkness, an epitome of confidence and radiance and joy.
And when the sky turns grey, and the Storm cuts in to the sky with a slash from a sword of yellow and gold,
The flower does not wither or wilt.
Afraid it is, certainly. The flower cowers at the wounds made in the sky, fears being hurt as well.
The clang and bang of a battle beyond; The rain and wind burden the flower, pressuring it's spirit to diminish in to nothing.
But.
Wait.
It's stronger than that. It is indeed. Put down and pressure it as much as one may, but the flower continues to bloom.
It realizes it's strength too.
So instead of falling back, or succumbing to an unforeseen demise,
The flower, instead, dances.
A waltz with the ferocious wind, a tango of sharp movements, a jive with much energy.
Flowing a long, swaying to it's rhythm.
The flower, instead, listens.
A crescendo of drums echoes in the distance, a sound of music so fierce and powerful and amazing altogether.
The flower, instead, grows.
As the pressure and cold of the rain
Attempt to wash away it's morale,
The flower stands tall.
It'll grow from these challenges and it will learn as well.
Fragile, but Strong.
Curious and Brave it is,
Who gathers the courage to stand against adversity.
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Dedication.
PoetryA portion of my thoughts that run through my mind constantly; a collection of poems. Since I like poems. A lot. Okay, hope you enjoy ! :)
