Is there beauty in suffering? Is there greatness at the end of pain?

Great men and women tell stories of having emerged from the fire.

I find myself travelling the same road-but not by choice.

These men and women grew from concrete where they were beaten down in spirit and comforted by fear. They passed the test of failure and found answers nestled within their scars.

They learned from their insecurities and self-doubt. They harnessed their fear- not taming it- but controlling it. They were misunderstood as they found their drive.

This is when they found out who they really were.

This is when they began to grow.

I find myself on the same road- in full flight from my comfort zone- where the infertile soil lies.

This is the barrenness of harvest or pestilence – the soil within which I’ve been planted.

© Vivian Zems
Dverse Poets- Prosery (143 words)
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