As Our Pain Blossoms – Day 172, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Out of rubble comes an idea sprouting from the darkest depths of one’s torchered soul.
Even seeds drowned in the dirtiest water full of all kinds of bacteria grows,
Beauty as profound as a broken heart being pieced back together while,
Discovering it’s worth lost within a pile of criticism thrown their way.
Soil we’ve thought to be dead,
Resurrects by the sound of our will refusing to die.
My,
Oh,
My…
How sweet life can be when you realize,
Light cannot be seen without it’s dreadful counterpart.
Darkness.
An abyss where you can shine regardless of the matter.
Will you rise,
Or,
Be the rose unwilling to sprout through concrete we can only shatter?
By our shouts of victory…