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Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Thriving Kernels




Scary at first,
Being small and alone,
Not knowing which way to grow,
where to turn....


Sometimes it was hot,
A toasty burn--
then wind brought
laughing rain--
tempting death,
swirling rings of the insane.
Then blinding
heavy snow made me sag.
And though young
I felt like a hag.



The hostile came
stomping my heart,
they didn’t care
if I fell apart.

But I had hope,
An innate survival mechanism
helped me cope.
Something deeper kept me alive

and a seedling of faith
made me survive.





Poem and primitive illustrations by Eve Gaal



May you always thrive!

7 comments:

  1. Amen! Very nice. And a good message.

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  2. I'm not a fan of poetry, but you do it exceptionally well!

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  3. Oh Eve,
    This is just lovely.
    I have tears in my eyes, because I feel quiet like this.
    If I get to the grown tree part is still up in the air.

    cheers, parsnip

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  4. Hey Eve,

    This was the sort of prose that grows on me. The seed of your soul has been sown.

    Gary

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  5. I like the part about the "innate survival mechanism" and I want to know more about that! Great work. Thank for the read.

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