rose and concrete

How do we anticipate roses to grow from concrete? We do not, but it happens anyways.
Perseverance. The art of never giving up.
Uninhibited behaviour of trying. Every damn day. 
The hope that some day we will get away from here,
that the concrete doesn't have to weigh us down.
That although our flowers don't bloom just yet,
every day our roots are being grounded deeper and deeper.
Every book we read, every song we listen to,
knowledge, conversation,
the people who love us, the people who leave us,
the people who teach us,
make our roots reach out, like veins across our body.
Our blood stays warm although our skin is cold, and that's okay.
because eventually it will crack and the light can come in.
And we can get out.
Like a rose that grows from concrete.

Taming the body, controlling the mind.

Flushed with embarrassment, she eases out of the club, clinging onto her friend in a failing attempt to hide herself. From what? She turned scarlet and was disgusted, but she knew it was amazing. Beyond amazing. In the dimmed, urine soaked toilets she found perfect paradise. It ignited every living cell within her, leaving her electric and alive, followed by ashamed and mortified. Her feet gracefully made it's way on the uneven ground and to the taxi ahead. Her hands secretly pulled her dress down, trying to cover her bare skin. Lipstick vanished, mascara smudged.
She turns to her friend and tilts her head to the side, leaning on her shoulder, showing a sign of gratitude before she slowly drifted into her thoughts.
The human body and the human mind are two different elements, tangled but not connected. Synchronised but never together. How could our body want something our mind won't allow? How can our mind want something our body can't handle? Two powerful poles at constant battle with each other. Our whole lives we wander in this insane state, at war with our selves. Taming the body, controlling the mind. That fine line that distinguishes us from other species. The ability to express but the capacity to limit.
Freeing the soul, losing life, barely living, nearly killed.