a flower
battered and bruised
by yesterday’s storms.
Here I stand
rain and tears mingling
nourishing my roots
strengthening my resolve
softening my harsh edges.
Here I stand
a seemingly fragile flower
still blooming
my roots go deep
my ground unshakeable.
Here I stand
smiling to the garden of flowers
around me
enjoying life
loving life
soaking up the sun
no harking back to when
I was a seed, a shoot, a bud.
Here I stand.
© 30 May 19
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