That which we cannot
See or touch
Clashes for the upper hand
Just like concrete
Cracking as the earth controls it
Should we just accept the pain
In the cracks ripped through our minds
By oppression
Does the world even need to be changed
Wouldn't it follow that the mind
Would try to evolve from pain
Just like the body
We can't stop evolution of the body
So we can't stop evolution of the mind
Maybe the world will be changed
At its own pace
Maybe the passion to change it
Is evolution brewing in the pain
A wildflower rising in a crack in concrete
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published books of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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Comments (3)
A beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing!
That ending felt so hopeful. Loved your poem!
Very nice!