Resilience (my poem)

Carob trees amid fields of gold
How many hanged themselves here?

Strong winds blow from the South
Is it the shore fugitives never reached?

The beating Sun deepens the cracks
Some will break, I know, yet I proceed

My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.