A Small Baby
A
Small baby,
Tiny and frail
Deserted he was
By all his kith and kin
Wandering the world
Alone and pointless.
No compass to guide
Him no destination to
Stop him he went
With the wind
And ate with
The mud
Saving
Himself
From
Withering out and
Vanishing he survived with just the will
To make a difference after a long journey
In the world wild and harsh he could
Not stand nor sit nor move ahead
After all, he was
Tiny
And
Small
Weakened
By all
The
Nature
Too
Crumpled him
With mighty cruelty tyranny of
The sun made him flinch the ruthless wind
And rain had him drench and drown
The frail little baby could not
Move
Anymore
He
Was
Stuck
In
The mud
Helpless and isolated
His energy gave up but not his will...
He wanted to live and make a difference...
He drank it all… The mud and the sun and the water
Which conspired against him then made him alive again now...
He woke with renewed vigor and grit broke the tough earth and sprouted up
The sun and earth and water all gave in and the frail little baby grew Heading straight towards the soaring skies... He was no more weak and helpless Deep into earth and yet high into sky... Humble and modest and generous as a sage... Though courage and strength and might of warrior he has...
19 December 2016
For Contest: Concrete Crush by FL Thomas
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