Nothing would potentially grow there, they said
Nothing more than rock-hard earth,
Swallowed whole by stone.
Yet look between the open cracks agape,
A flimsy, dainty petal or two
Daring the unforgiving ground, to rise above.
No soft embrace of gentle soil,
Haggard stone and hardened blocks of concrete.
Yet they rise,
Bravely,
Audaciously,
Defying fate.
Putting to shame us, fragile humans,
Who lacks the guts to get back up
Even after failing every single time.
With no gentle rain to guide the bloom,
It’s resilience, a thing so great
A thriving rebellion indeed,
This delicate flower is.
They stretch to face the sun,
Against all odds,
Unafraid of the weight of the world,
Through quiet storms and nature’s wrath.
Maybe life was always meant to forge a way,
And maybe,
Just maybe, we too are flowers waiting to bloom.
By Leo Sinali Onela
