A solitary seed

displaced by the wind

and as I grew

I carried doubts within.

Will I make it through?

Can my roots withstand

when I'm standing alone in

a story unplanned?

 

With no one to mirror

the strength of my core

I couldn't see past

the insecurities I wore,

so when each storm hit

I barely survived

which only surfaced

the shame etched inside.

 

Until one year

when a drought raged on

and every day I had to choose

between death and staying strong.

Now my roots are tested

and I finally see

that the chaos surrounding

can never conquer me.