Broken, they fear death,
not knowing
the power they hold within.
To smile, rather than grimace
in adversity,
that’s the sign of a brave soul.
After all, the beautiful flowers,
bloom in dirt.
not knowing
the power they hold within.
To smile, rather than grimace
in adversity,
that’s the sign of a brave soul.
After all, the beautiful flowers,
bloom in dirt.
Linking with Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #114
