Truth is, life doesn’t care
If you can take hardships or not.
So, when you feel like
the world is against you, cry.
Let yourself crash to the floor
while racking with sobs if you have to.
Be consumed with fury,
Cuss at God and ask him why he put you through this.
Then, cuss a little more if you have to.
But after all that is said and done,
Even if the tears don’t slow down to a trickle,
Even if the rage doesn’t recede into calm waves lapping gently at the shore of your heart,
Pick yourself up.
Piece by piece,
Day after Day,
Blossom into the most beautiful flower
By sprouting shoots from the very soil
That your tears water.
Then, grow taller.
Let the flames of your fury be the light
That sends you hurtling towards the sky.
And if you wither and die,
But if you can’t blossom again,
Become a star
And guide lost wayfarers home to the sky.