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.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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