One single bloom
in the crack
of the concrete
stands out so
boldly
on a day
I need it most.
A reminder
of who I am.
The most stubborn
fighter,
Defender of the Spirit,
a beautiful soul,
and no matter how much
you throw on top of me,
I will grab hold
and rise up
and look you in the eye
and defiantly
smile
until you one day
give up
and shake your head
and finally give me
what I have always
deserved,
and it better not have any
monetary value.
This song is for all my other fellow risers…
Words and images ©LauraDenise
I like the visual tension between the natural form and the (hu)man-made artifacts.
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