Bloom

From a plant, a little root  that grows  may be a little weak, but slowly can find its way, slowly opening a hard soil, yet, even making a way in the concrete, or hard lands, the root can find the way, even breaking the floor. Yet this plant is still here inside my soul and mind. I wonder, if this little plant will give me strength and keep my soul and mind away from scatter or will destroy and fall into pieces of my self; blooming in a deathly womb.