Facing the Unknown

I adapted to my pain And felt it's existence no longer Sometimes facing the unknown Makes it less a wonder My mockery became my amour And yes! it shielded me For in the absence of the sun The moon must learn to shine A thousand times did I crawl In the dark And collided with unseen objects Still now I run in the same darkness And need not any light In this scar was a flesh so broken I never thought could heal In this night i was once asleep And never dreamt to be awoken But of all things said and done And for every hurdle come I have put a foot ahead And steadily I count my steps I was that seed buried and forgotten I was that onion that once was rotten Yet in my rot did I germinate And out of the ground I propagate BY: Adams O Elizabeth Lizdiamond world of poetry