Rod E. Kok
October 28, 2018
Like a tree felled
by an iron axe,
so I fell
into overwhelming
darkness.
Split in two,
I tried to hide
behind a mask.
Broken, despairing;
I cried for help.
As a seed planted
in fertile soil,
I was given a chance
to thrive.
Flourishing under
loving care,
I grew in stature.
Now I cry
for joy.
beautiful <3
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