I have nurtured
the seeds
of resistance
planted in my bones
long ago.
Roots grown
swift and mighty,
a solid foundation
of iron
stands me firm
and holds me true.
Vines
of resilience
climb the length
of my spine-straight.
Blooming
down arms
of hope and
hands of peace,
raised in wait,
to embrace
a revolution.
Change
rides the back
of howling winds,
and if seeds
of hatred
are all you have
sowed,
the tempest will
eat you alive.
We sow seeds of peace or dragons teeth. That is always the choice, and it IS a choice, not a fate. Beautiful poem, Nicole!
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Agreed! Thank you, Bob.
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Nicole empowers
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Thank you so much.
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❤
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Love this!
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Thank you 💙
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Oooooooh really really awesome. I like this a LOT 🙂
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