Courage Poem

Staying Strong And Growing Into A Beautiful Person

I grew up in a broken home, and I am very sensitive to my surroundings. I view the world in a poetic form. My childhood was like the death of a flower only to form a cocoon at the top for a butterfly to emerge. I have my wings now. I'm ready to fly.

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Stout Sprout

Hannah R. Soummers ©

Published: April 1, 2020

A sunflower will grow
With much beauty to show,
But the wind must blow,
Which brings the rain and the snow.

Shivering from the cold,
Waiting for her leaves to unfold.
Much too tender to hold,
Although all her petals are gold.

With roots in the ground,
She won't make a sound.
She feels she could drown,
'Til the sun comes around.

Standing strong with much height
And a little darkness from night,
She finds clarity in the light.
Growing taller, for that she will fight.

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