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.
