Sometimes I feel I’m a sad and lonely girl. Walking on shingles, barefoot, with bleeding soles.
Maybe my soles are where my soul rests, paining-bleeding. I remember walking by faith, undeterred.
My life has crashed in debris yet the ruins are still bearing saplings. For those germinating lives of aspirations- as leaves and roots grow, I live. I live to water them into smiling trees.
Happy or not, reluctant and broke, I water those sprigs of hope, I live. Coz depression, fear, bruise, and pain are not the options for life.
Life is living; life is pushing others to meet their aim- to live- to win. And I’m the gardener. I’ll see the leaves of new beginnings transform the lives they touch. And I’ll live, live to protect those dreams.
Author: Kleio B'wti