Adversity



I can only bloom where I’m planted.
The days of up and leaving are gone.
My new hope, growing,
Must contend with hostility
From many sides.
 
How difficult it is, at times
Maintaining Hope while Logic screams defeat.
Yet, here I am, putting forth 
What I am, though it seems futile.
 
We are called to be faithful, not successful.
 
I can but be, no more.