I grew, I was planted in mire
but I grew.

I shared my shoots with
reaping roots,
and still. I grew.

Wind that tore came.
Hail that burned rained.
But I endured.

Pressure came,
I stood.
Pressure came,
I bent.
Pressure came,
I broke.

In ash I grew
Pink.
I cried.

You came.

You looked not
away.

You stayed.

You gave me
Life Again.