I planted my seeds
I water them daily
I made sure that the sun shine on them
I loved them even when I felt like breaking
For a great part of my life, those seeds were my life
It was foolish of me to think that a flower would bloom amongst the grass
let along a rose in my stormy life.
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it was foolish of me to think that something other than grass would bear fruit in this beautiful mess of mine.
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A tender piece about nurturing what sometimes seems to be in vain. I hope a flower will poke through the weeds for you soon 🙂
Thank you and I hope so too, but it’s all so hopeless.