One of the most difficult times in her life;
Was when life threw its hardest punch yet;
Maybe it was because
She didn’t see it coming.
Like a young flower;
With all petals in full bloom;
And the breeze greeting her flatteringly;
Little did she expect;
That the air which helped her spread her wings;
Would turn out to be the angry wind;
To knock her off the stem.
She had to learn that to grow;
She had to survive the storm;
And not merely sail through the calm waves;
Dropped and trampled upon
More times than it can be counted;
Was the definition of hell itself;
But hindsight served her well;
That by being let down, she learnt to fly;
By being trod on wasn’t being broken;
She was being toughened up;
Unpleasant it was;
But rewarding the lesson.
She can now look back and smile;
Because it was just a phase.
From one phase to the other;
She blossomed and withered;
She conquered and lost;
She rose and fell;
And through it all;
She saw a transition;
From where she was
To where she will be;
No event had the final say;
Everything had its phase;
She learnt that sometimes you win;
And sometimes you learn.
But as long as her focus remained intact,
She’d arrive at her destination;
Come what may.
© Josephine Amoako 2016