Ivy

I am a resilient child
with roots scattered around parts of this earth my feet have never stepped on,
a survivor of abuse
who grew upon grief
like unwatered seeds that still flourish into beautiful flowers
winter after winter.

Like ivy
that crawls slowy upon our walls,
I grow stronger
no matter how often you try to tear me apart,
for I will still survive inbetween cracks of the crumbling facade
that once held together our homes.

If life has taught me anything
it is that pain eventually fades
into distant memories
like broken dreams from farfetched lands,
still hurting us somewhere
but less and less, each day.

I am a resilient child
who walks with blisters on her feet
yet a head held high.

Jehona Thaqi©