Heart pounding, head spinning,

These crumbled ruins

Conjure up so many memories

That I can never forget

All alone

In the remnants of long ago,

when I was careless and hopeful,

Now all is broken and trampled on

It’s like my roots have been pulled,

This insignificant flower

has been yanked from the ground

by the cruel hands of fate

But this makes me stronger

I am no longer a delicate flower,

who can be crushed by nothing,

who can be ripped apart by ruin

I am a tree

Roots down deep

Blossoming afresh

No one can pull me down