March 30, 2026

blooming cultivation

I once held being wronged as a secret so long
just so others were not hurt
Put everyone else above
my own worth

I learned my Father would not allow it
He has defended me since birth
In time, he protects
and helps me climb up from the dirt

I may at times appear weak,
because I let the run-around,
But nothing stays buried long
before it grows out of the ground

My Father tends to me
I'm cultivated by his hands,
And the dignity he placed inside
will speak up and make demands

That might cause unease
because you thought I'd keep letting it go,
But you see, it's not up to me
when my father says "Daughter, it's time for a no."

I am not a used spare
discarded when you find a better part
He makes sure I'm taking better care
of the gates around my heart

 - Les'Nspired