Back to Life

The subject of this week’s blog is a bit ironic, given that rapper Tupac Shakur was famously murdered in 1996 in a drive by shooting. But I thought his poem/lyric, The Rose that Grew from Concrete was a great celebration of the resilience of life, in even the toughest conditions.

The Rose that Grew from Concrete appears in a collection of Tupac’s poetry of the same name, posthumously published in 1999.

The other reason for highlighting Tupac’s work is that the C23 film showing on Wednesday of this week is, The Hunt for the Wilderpeople, and Ricky, the orphan kid in the movie, is a massive Tupac fan!

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature’s law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.

2 thoughts on “Back to Life

  1. “Back to Life”

    After looking after my husband for several years
    When I was a full time carer
    After he died
    I was suddenly alone
    An empty hole in my life

    I started building a new life
    At first I joined a bereavement group
    For support
    Then started going to a writer’s group
    And also an art group
    My legs quite weak from lack of exercise
    So I joined a walk and talk group
    Found a peer support group

    During lockdown I have been going for
    Daily walks with my neighbour and his dog
    Getting fitter and stronger
    Walking back uphill sometimes against the wind

    I have joined several Bahai devotional groups
    And study groups
    On Zoom I found connection with groups in Poland
    Providing fellowship and mental stimulation

    During lockdown I have been doing
    weekly writing and art assignments
    Practising my drawing and writing

    We hear that soon we will be starting back
    Face to face writing and art groups again
    So I will have to get used to finding transport

    And now the bluebells are out everywhere
    In my garden and in the verges
    A sign of our getting back to life



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