Strength
I see the flower outside my door.
It grows from out my driveway.
A sunflower who beat the odds.
Who pushed past the hard cement to become a blooming beauty.
I wish I could have that strength.
To start as a seed no one believes will make it,
Then to become the tiny sprout that surprises all.
To finally become the glorious, tall, bright blossom.
But I have yet to discover that strength.
I see cement as an impenetrable force.
I need more strength.
by Thomas W Irr
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