I Could Poem by Moya Staten

I could have grown Cold, But I grew Brave,
I could have quit, But, I moved right along,

I could see obstacles, but instead, called them just a rough trail,
I could have doubted myself, but instead I kept trusting God,

I could see the thorns on the stem of the roses, but I chose to to touch just the petals.

I felt like a caterpillar, but, I broke like a butterfly
I could have denied myself of my goodness, But I chose self love.

I could have defined myself by my dark experiences, but I chose to be the light,

I could have allowed my pain to break me, but, my roots are strong and are planted deep in faith, they have allowed my to keep standing.