Insignificance

Insignificant speck of dirt,

Lying crushed

Into the ground.

Beaten, bruised and battered,

Making not a single sound.

Can it rise from the dark

Grey ashes? Can it

Reach a higher height?

Will it change to new perspectives?

Will it be given a chance to shine?

Insignificant speck of dirt,

Being thrown from toil

And ruin. One thing.

Then another. And another

Yet once more.

How can it rise when

nothing aids. How can it reach

without hands. Perspectives,

chances. It dares to dream.

By underwriter      7/12/2010

Reviews

[cfix]

This write is so truthful! I enjoyed this one so well written and expressed.

[*Private Person*]

truthful write, so well written!
I like your last stanza the best!

[Dark Aeris]

"How can it rise when nothing aids. "
ah there lies the will to persevere even in the most impossible obstacle.
Powerful poem.

[NoAirToBreatheXSuffocat..]

So true, I really like this poem. I liked the words and phrases you used as well. Nice write :))