“Grow Anyway”

~Jennwren

I landed on concrete—
no soil,
no softness,
just heat
and the silence of being unseen.

I had two choices:
grow
or vanish.

So I cracked the stone.

Now, when others ask
how I stand so happy,
I smile.

Because I know
for those who grow
through concrete
carry strength
the soft earth
can’t teach.

Man makes concrete
Thank you, man!