I am like the soil on the ground...
some people continuously step on me,
they don't see my worth, its invisible and
ignored, completely written off their minds.....
Well, for others, they pick me up,
But only to use me for their own benefits....
they keep me for aslong as they need me.
Some though, they only pick me up to use me
and throw me back on the ground,
they hit and run as I become useless....
Only a few pipo understand and fully know my worth and importance,
they know how hard I can build and stick on the ground regardless of the weather
so these, they keep me closely attached to their minds,
they may want to plant something later
they water me continuously...
The winds of life blow me away to different directions but thereafter,
I settle still on this very ground..
the rains from my past try to wash me away,
but even if they have and still do,
I end up somewhere on the same ground
just in a different place with different strengths.
I appreciate those that sweep me away,
the winds that blow me away and the rains that wash me away to different places,
maybe, its for my own good....
Maybe they push me right in the place am supposed to be,
where I can be fruitful and help the abandoned seeds (talents and abilities) grow.....
I am that type of soil that will stick to the ground,
regardless of the situations m faced with,
strongly believing that one day, just someday,
il be able to grow something from the nothing that I may seem to be.
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