Though you try to denigrate, there’s no room to negotiate.
I know you will try to make me subjugate to what you want me to do.
I haven’t got the time for this, for this rubbish, this nonsense. And I’m in no need of your questions as you ration my words, trying to stop my words.
Yes, your words make me tremble, and I start to crumble underneath the weight of your whispered intonations. But these insidious comments are now well documented, annotated inside my mind.
Yes, you make me cry, wonder why.
So much I want to say but I trip over the stream of words.
You’re never too small or insignificant- remember?
The most weakest tribe was recognised.
Hold onto your heart, hold onto to what I’ve already promised. Stand on the Rock, stand on the one thing that can’t move, though the sea rages with its furious waves, though the rain lashes down, pummeling,boring in,though the storm clouds are their blackest, when even darkness has no limits.
Hold onto your heart.
As the crocus and the tulip, who speak of majesty and joy, stand firmly rooted and are not ashamed of their beauty,look and be blessed. Be still in your peace, be grounded in enduring love. The radiant kalediscope is not marred by the wind or rain; the petals may fold in, but they do not stop being beautiful.