In her own words: Resilience
When hope feels buried far too deep
And the rain lashes the soil of your heart, where you planted that minuscule seed, do not despair
The elements do not destroy
They are instruments of divine sunshine
That courses down into the soil of your veins
Even though you are blinded by the rain
The seed is there even here.
Trust in the process and soon, the green shoot will uncurl itself
From the seed and poke its head through the soil.
You will be astonished to see that tiny speck of green
And it will be as though an angel had visited the garden of your heart.
– Sarah Masterson