It feels great
to finally bloom;
to raise your head to the sun;
the stars and moon.
Fate comes along
says you can't be happy too long,
strikes you with aberration;
taints you with devastation.
Strong winds
and persistent rain
combine forces
to aggravate your pain.
Struggle you may,
resist you might.
Your bent stem
may never revert up right.
The forces of life
go against you all the time
but that does not mean
you can never shine.
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