Inner Strength

I have the rarest flower
Growing in my inner self.
I first had to protect it,
But now it’s taken root.

Small shoots of green,
Surviving where was barren.
Little tiny leaves,
Pattern uncommon.

I have the rarest flower
Living, thriving inside.
Makes me certain, what else happens,
That I can survive
Just like it.

As I wait for it to flower,
With its petals unfurled,
I wonder what colours
It will show to the world.
 

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◄ Oh, Little Bird

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 22nd Jan 2021 23:46

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