Creation
You saw my destruction and called me a creation
You noticed my frail roots and gave me a foundation
You took my absence and gave me a will
You grabbed my hands and made them still
You realized that there’s more to me than what the eye can see
You made me realize my capability
You released my doubt and exchanged it for trust
You made me feel like gold when I felt as good as dust
You substituted my hatred and turned it into love
You removed my weakness and made me tough
You looked my pain in the face and threw it away
You gave me a purpose to reach another day
This poem is about:
Me