Embedded in the rich, dark soil of history <br />My roots are still a part of me <br />Nourishing me, spurning me on Making me face another dawn <br />Of uncertainty <br /> <br />Tickled by the gentle rains <br />Tackled by the hurricanes <br />My limbs drink in the morning sun <br />As I face another dawn <br />Of mystery <br /> <br />Trampled cruelly underfoot <br />Softly sighing overlooked <br />Moment by moment I grow strong <br />Searching for another dawn <br />Of destiny <br /> <br />As I graduate from Mother Earth <br />Creation celebrates my birth <br />And marvels at what I've become <br />Survivor of the dark and dawn <br />A blossom<br /><br />Myra Jefferson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blossom-4/
