Concrete.

I never wanted to be hard. You see, where I’m from, you can’t survive if you aren’t made of stone. Where I’m from, while flowers are considered beautiful, stones are a necessity. As the rain falls, small pieces of me shine individually. Collectively, they make me appear to be beautiful. I am beautiful. Discretely, I built a cave for my seeds. I needed to protect them from floods. They have given growth to parts of me that I never dreamed possible. I never wanted to be hard. I am a flower encased in stone. As the waters and tears of life rain down on me, I have blossomed. Through each storm, I grow…Patrick

This is just a bit of poetry that came to me. I’ll write my blog this weekend. Be well Everyone. None of us have it all together. All of us have it all together. How I wish that we were all together..

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