When it Rains, it Pours
Thunderstorms sent to water my seeds
Catching me in its streams
Stripes on my face
Waterfalls run down my eyes
Umbrellas sent to hide
Stay sheltered from the pain
Overpowered by these winds
I let go ...
I fall again
Beaten by these drops
Praying for it to stop
Pushed down to the ground
On my knees I scream
Skies calling on the heavens
Why must it rain
How did I get washed away
My seeds drenched
Stuck alone in ditch
Looking for Mother Nature
They call out
But lost I am
Drowned by these thunderstorms.
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FlowerGirlElle
Find beauty in your growth, each step you take is a pebble creating mountains. You will overpower all to acquire that you desire n require. Have blind faith in urself bcos you will succeed. ... The spaces in between . . . imperfections of growth reaching towards Zion continuing tradition creating habit flower blooming I am alive. 🌸
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