Despite circumstances,
A seed can stay safe in its husk for e'er,
But yet, never dances,
Nor mightn't you if you expose yourself,
'midst the rocks and the guns,
But your roots will find their way to water,
Your leaves will turn their faces to the sun,
You will bloom, a small, delicate flower,
Having let go of blame,
Dismissing the hurt that kept you in seed,
Until the courage came,
Now look at you,
What you were meant to be,
Nothing is guaranteed if you choose life,
Except that the choice that you made was free.
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