Growth Amongst Glass
Life is a train, with a turbulent trot, with rickety paths, veering off quite a lot,
But once in reflection, I suddenly see, that every crevice fallen has made me, me.
So, I am proud, of what has been cultivated from neglect, abuse and hurdles; something solid and sound,
Punishment made me kind, sadness made me smile, and cultured an attitude and ethos to go the extra mile,
After a long time distilling I suddenly found, my lemons became lemonade, I could feel the comfort of my feet now unbound.
Life is a flower, with seasons of highs and lows,
Blemishes and colour fades but an assurity of growths,
Of colour and opportunity in this cyclical cycle,
A promise of potential amongst the tangled roots, blurred vision of hope, survival.
Life is to be lived, not trundled along,
Not passive nor obligated, full of wonders and adventures life-long.
So my message to you, and any alike,
Is no matter your path covered, make your next steps dreamlike.
Copyright © Alice Cld | Year Posted 2020
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