Blooming against the fence.
Blooming on barbed wire.
It's not the stuff of dreams, not
the heart's desire.
But still it does its best. The
blooms are profuse.
Not all plants find the sun, nor
can pick and choose.
Blooming against the wall. In
constrained spaces.
Not all transplants happen in ideal
places.
But still it's sent down roots. And
it's climbed the wall.
It must use what's given or not
grow at all.
The wire for all its barbs does
support the climb.
The wall's six feet high,
sunlight's a narrow time.
It's clawed its way up and soared
into the light,
and it's now bloomed, sent you its
message in white.
Be you the barbed wire, be you the
vine that flowers
in the poorest of earths, with
meagre sunlight hours.
It's been an amazing week and a month. Our young people have been unstoppable and inspirational. Much to learn from them - they've not just fixed our devices, they're fixing the bugs in our lives as well. Kudos, bachchalog! Keep it up.
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Doesn't matter where you are planted, you can still grow.
ReplyDeleteYa, kind of small miracle.
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteYes to grasping the barbs and hoorah for 'cockroaches'!!! YAM xx
They've been remarkable truly.
DeleteI've been following the students and their struggles through to the victory. I only hope it continues to bloom and prosper and does not end up like the Arab Spring did.
ReplyDeleteMy feelings exactly, Kristin. Fingers crossed!
DeleteThere is always a crack somewhere to find the light and bloom. Sometimes it's hard to find and hard to believe that avenue will work. Belief and hope must win. Take care.
ReplyDeleteTotally with you on hope and belief.
DeleteWell written 👍
ReplyDeleteThanks
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