they will tell you to stop
to leave the ruins as they are
but you know better—
you gather the stones
turn them into verses
turn them into shelter
roses can grow even in ash
and sweetness can return
to bitter days
every scar you carry
is not an ending
it is an opening
a seed pushing
toward the sun
legends are born this way
not in perfection
but in persistence
so drink—
from the fountain that flows
for every thirsting soul
and leave it running
for those still coming
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC
they will tell you to stop
to leave the ruins as they are
but you know better—
you gather the stones
turn them into verses
turn them into shelter
roses can grow even in ash
and sweetness can return
to bitter days
every scar you carry
is not an ending
it is an opening
a seed pushing
toward the sun
legends are born this way
not in perfection
but in persistence
so drink—
from the fountain that flows
for every thirsting soul
and leave it running
for those still coming
