You are a seed, my friend,
Planted deep in the earth, not buried,
For there’s a difference, you see,
Burial is the end, but planting is just the beginning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They pressed you down into the soil,
Covered you with the weight of the world,
Hoping to see you fade away,
But they didn’t know you’re not meant to stay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the darkness, where no light seems to reach,
You feel alone, cold, and forgotten.
But remember, this is not the end,
It’s just the place where your story begins.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The rain that falls, cold and relentless,
It seems to drown you in its torrent,
But it’s only nourishing your roots,
Giving you the strength to rise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The soil that suffocates and smothers,
Is the very ground from which you’ll grow,
For you are not buried, you are planted,
And soon, you’ll break through the surface.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You may feel crushed by the weight of the world,
But every pressure you endure,
Is shaping you, molding you,
Into something beautiful and pure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not easy, this life you live,
It\u2019s not a garden of roses, free of thorns,
But every struggle, every tear you shed,
Is watering the seed that you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The sun may not shine every day,
And the storms may rage without mercy,
But after every storm, there\u2019s a rainbow,
And after every night, there\u2019s a dawn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You will survive, you will thrive,
For you are not just a seed,
You are a promise, a dream, a hope,
Waiting to burst forth in bloom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So when you feel like giving up,
When the darkness is all you see,
Remember, you are not buried,
You are planted rooted deep, rising slowly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your time will come, your day will break,
And all that once seemed to bury you,
Will become the ground from which you rise,
Stronger, brighter, reaching for the skies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hold on, dear one, hold on tight,
For this is not the end of your fight.
You are a seed, planted not buried,
And you will survive, no, you will survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Walking shadow poetry Kenya.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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