Hidden Help
The things that pained me the most helped me to find what helps me to heal
Pain and isolation helped me to blossom
Like a newborn turtle on a journey to sea the trials make me stronger
Although the times seemed terrible they fueled my passions
The memories of the bad situations help me to remember where I've been what I've overcome
Now that the trouble is no more I feel that the inspiration is gone
My stitched wounds are reopening the pain begins again
You never know the benefits of a bad situation until it's too late
poem by Nadira Bostic
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