Baskadia

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand,

A resolute vine in life's demanding land,

With leaves of strength, I faced the storm,

My spirit steadfast, forever warm.

From humble roots, my journey grew,

Embracing challenges, old and new,

Through darkest nights, I faced my fears,

And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

In times of doubt, I found my way,

The will within, a guiding ray,

Like tendrils reaching for the light,

I persevered through the darkest night.

With every setback, I gained might,

My roots grew deep, my spirit's height,

Through every twist, through every bend,

My determination had no end.

For like the ivy on the wall,

I climbed each obstacle, standing tall,

Through hardships faced and battles won,

A testament to all I've become.

So let this poem be a tribute true,

To the ivy's spirit, bright and true,

Through every challenge, I still thrive,

With unwavering strength, I'll always strive.