flower of april.

"A soul that's learned to bloom

after every fall,

can't be fully broken.

I fall.

I break.

I bruise.

Roughly.

But in my core resides Spring;

so I survive,

relearn,

heal,

regrow,

bloom,

as I keep moving

towards the light.

If I stop,

I will wither

and withering isn't an option

for I still have a long way to go.

The wounds will persist

but life goes on,

so must I."

-- m-khadija, Life Goes On. 

"Verily, with hardship there is relief." 

94:6

:)