It is not in spite of,
But rather, because of,
The manure and storm and burying darkness,
That the seed awakens.
Pushing through the crap,
Extracting what is needed,
Past the rocks and mud and hindrance,
Into the sunlit world.
With the muck below,
Still a reminder and cause,
Of life previous and struggle and change,
Petals open revealing beauty.
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