We came far.
Further than the winds that blow the ocean into calm.
Our palms reflect the hardened strides taken to prep us for the unknown.
Pain will make a mother wish for a better way…
Reality will come knocking like cold seasons without heat.
But we are here.
Like palms trees.
With little, we stay hydrated.
We are not afraid.
Our souls remain brave.
Failure paved the way,
it gave us the right answers.