Bent but not Defeated


When the weight of a few rain drops becomes so great that your bloom-your beauty, your strength- is forced to bend- to look down and feel defeated-instead of staying straight and beaming your brightness of color-of love, happiness, hope-that is a pain you wish no one else to know. A pain you hide from those yet to bloom and you wait for the sun to come back, with it’s warmth and light so that you may yet again stand and shine.


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