POEM 347: IN SPITE OF ALL

strong winds do not care to know
whether or not the root is deep or shallow
it just blows
hard,
bending, breaking, uprooting

ocean waves do not consider the ship
nor seamen losing sleep
it just rises,
high,
rocking, flooding, upturning

tough times are not concerned with my pain,
whether or not I can bear another strain,
it just happens,

but with my broken wings, I've learned to fly

#365DaysOfPoetry
#Pengician #SSA

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