Blueprints of an Unbroken Seed

“Blueprints of an Unbroken Seed” — by Nelly Vee

I look back now at forty-four
and realize I wasn’t supposed to survive half the storms I walked through.
I was that seed thrown into hostile soil,
buried under weight that should’ve snapped my spirit in two.
They expected me to stay underground—
quiet, unseen, forgotten.
But even then, something in me knew
how to pull light out of darkness,
how to grow off memory and the stubborn faith
of ancestors who whispered, “Rise anyway.”
My life became architecture—
scaffolding made from pain,
walls built from lessons,
a whole structure standing
where the world predicted wreckage.
Now I see the truth:
even when I was buried,
I was never broken—
I was blueprinting my own liberation.