Strong.
A tiny seed
Wrapped up in frozen mud
Spring will come.
Strong.
Winds of change shake the leaves
But roots grow further down
Transformation comes.
Strong.
Shattered pieces
fly wildly in the wind
Clear the ground to start again.
Strong
Faith will fade
in things not built to last
It only means I'm moving towards the truth
Strong.
Storm clouds of emotion shift
Filling my head with fire and rain
Take me higher in a plane
Sun it shines above the pain.
Strong.
Bordeaux Day 5 – I got stung by a bee
12 years ago
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