Shoulders bent in silent pain
a heart's foundations crumble
where insignificance sighs crippled loss
and blossom's traits start to wither,
there's an inner song refusing death,
chasing demons from impaired thought.
For the soul begins as the acorn
planting roots in toughest soil
and fortitude follows year after year,
through drought and hurricane
it will not bend nor break,
finding succour within each new branch.
Through dauntless years passing
quietly it grows in weathered trials;
stormy weather rips maturation asunder.
Yet new growth and strength is fostered within
there's a will to survive in fortitude;
quiet breezes whisper encouragement
and through courageous days
maturity sings.
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A contest entry
- ...Courage... by Desire.
1221 points, ended June 26, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank You!
Thank You for Your entry: Oak Tree Of Survival
This piece tugged hard at Spirit and after reading several times ~
I'm Honored also Humbled You took the time to pen for my contest
You took the prompt and brought forth much for the Mind to feast upon~
Bravo!! When I digest words written, images come through that grab hard~
Woven Strengths: When I inhaled Your words- I was shown a sparrow- and that song: Eyes of a Sparrow~ First line: Swells the eyes because of
image~ I am shown a Elder Woman hunched over and holding cane trying to balance years of arthritis also weakened frame~ I am being shown a
Widow who lost her husband of over fifty years- they were supposed to go together to the heavenly place- but he died of prostate cancer before her but left behind a memory to last a lifetime~ After reading Your words again- I am shown an embryo and decision to keep or not too~ and the Courage to make the decision~ shown rape
victim age 12 left traumatized with both sides pulling at her arm Inhaling Your verse~ I am shown an Elder couple sitting on the porch
as the Woman slowly fades away- and the Man alone remembering how much she Loved to watch the Sunrise and Set- Strong piece versed and many could digest and become like seed- disperse their Knowledge gained- replant so another could benefit from nutrients
Adore the direction You took with this prompt
Hopefully my comment to Your write makes sense
Powerful verse and message You have brought forth
These words grabbed and pulled~
Yet new growth and strength is fostered within
there's a will to survive in fortitude;
quiet breezes whisper encouragement
and through courageous days
maturity sings.
Vivid Imagery poured in these lines...
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Voice
also best wishes to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Many blessings too 
with much love and light~ Desire~*~
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a good poem, ah yes, the soul stars small, slips its roots into life wand then weathers all of the storms that come.
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Spiritually maturity...brings us to putting on the full armour of God...and simply grow from a seed to a tree that cannot be moved, even planted by the water. Well done. Blessings.
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