Some things shatter, some things bloom

Crushed. Dust chokes the air And encircles the vicinity Burnt. Charred and battered. A blackened stump, The remains of what once was alive. Hacked to pieces. Still, lifeless— Left to die Will you still bloom? Will you rise from the ruins, Brush off the kiss of death? Will you cling on to the fact that— You still breathe? Get up. They crushed you. They burnt you— Tried to turn you to ash, Hacked you to pieces, But still—you stand. Stand tall. Raise that head high. You overcame what no man ever did— A living testimony. Narrowly escaping your own death You fought— You fought the obstacles, the trials, the stones meant to hurt you And yet—you bloomed.