A day when the flower began to burgeon

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Recollections
What does a human being know about them?
They are unchangeable.
Powerful.
They appear within our heads and veer like a cine-film, making us fall into the ravine of by-past moments.
Seizing the body fully.
Sometimes people can't control memories and the memories start speaking for them.
With tears. Laughter. Or anger.
Until they became a whole.
Like the flowers and the rain.
However, darling, remember one thing. There would be no rose in the garden without a drop of water from the sky.
You grow up and live with the memories like a weak bud until you start learning from them, making mistakes and learning again to become a beautiful prosperous flower one day.

Recollections
What does a human being know about them?
They are unchangeable.
Powerful.
Powerful enough to destroy us...or to show us where can the real blossom of a soul begin.

Fall on the ground. "This thing is not for you" they said
You lose your heart again and start to furiously groan
Feeling a knot of dozen voices in your head
You stand and walk away in the direction of unknown

A day has passed, then month and a few years
Despondent from recalls of your departed youth,
You stare into the mirror on the wall and burst in tears
"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger" is the only truth

It's hard to go ahead and stifle previous defeat
With memories of scars that chase you in the obscure night
But you held on to it, and getting on your feet
You followed up the thorny road of bravery and might

And you succeed....

One day you'll think what helped you to withstand
And guide your journey to the bloom from frantic fear
Until you notice subtle scarring on your hand
Reminding you that fighting with yourself began from here.

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