Follow Your Dreams

Follow Your Dreams

Sunday, May 22, 2016

A poem by Darlene Pryor






I AM TAMAR
I am not a weeping willow, nor a shrinking violet.
Many have tried to break my spirit,
No matter what life has brought against me,
My spirit remains intact and my will remains strong.
I am like butter that has been beaten and whipped into cream.
And cream always rises to the top.
I am a palm tree.
Storms may rage against me, and fierce winds may blow,
I sway back and forth, and I may even bend.
But I never, ever, break.

I am Tamar.

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