Those times when my legs felt feeble,
And my heart threatened to give way,
When breathing was a burden,
And my head hardly raised.
It seemed the shadows called louder,
And light seeped away.
Those times my hands felt weak,
And eyes grew dim,
When laughter was far away,
A mirage, a fictional tale.
The cold embraced me,
The wind my only companion.
Those times I suffered more,
Strength came in too.
Unknown that the batter and sores,
Watered me into full bloom.
Grew my roots deeper,
Unmovable by the storm.
A microbiologist by degree, a writer at heart.
I am also very spontaneous with my writings and enjoy the simplicity and complexity of nature.