I was rejected, thrown on the ground hard
A place filled with gravels and drought
Little by little I weared out
Left alone to breath my last and be forgotten
From the dust, a shimmer , faint and new
A tiny pulse, silent , and stirring spring
From hence a root shoot, a first glimmer of hope
But it was enough to give me live
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From the decay was a silent plea
A whisper, a voice to rise, to fight
To fight what can be, and live
A sound of triumph, of resurrection and hope
My decay was not my last
It was a call to a new life
A testament to what the spirit brings
The silent triumph of rust and resurrected wings