To Become Bold and Strong

Fate took me away from an uncaring father; seventeen years I spent in my natal land, but more hardships and trails not foreseen... I withstood to become bold ad strong. Fate took me away as a tender rose snatched away from a blooming bush, from an uncaring father whose love seemed a rod that demanded obedience only. Seventeen years following harsh rules that left their wounds; I spent hours on a hill that drew me closer to Heaven... in my natal land, springs are harmonious and breath-taking: enhancing the vibrant colors of the seasons and skies, but more hardships I encountered in the new land... and trails not foreseen, took me beyond any belief: bearing what others couldn't, even scorn was my daily dosage of pain. I withstood all by turning into a fortress that a tempest couldn't ravage... to become bold and strong, moving forward with only faith and fortitude.