Red Grass

Where the grass grows red

They should never know it was to be green.

A louder laugh at a funnier joke

Where a smile’s worth is known because of sadness’ weight

In the same way,

You do not know the biggest person you can be

Until you are broken, battered, bruised.

It is a curious thing

To define a character.

We are our strengths

Our flaws cast in the shadows behind.

But to drag our weaknesses and cover them in dust

Is when we forget to appreciate.

The capacity to fail

Is the ability to succeed, the chance to rise again.

It is a perilous fight

To renounce ourselves

Because we celebrate victory

When the last ones surrender.

But where determination makes us strong

And the will to stand grips us to no end

Kneel before what makes us weak.

The warming breeze sweeps a flower into bloom

A revival after a bitter winter’s freeze.

In the same way that we know the grass grows green

We are wholly human, mistakes etched in between.