To last, to make it through.
I am strong enough to move past my strongholds.
In fact, I am strong enough to hold my head high and believe.
Most days it is hard.
Most days I don’t feel strong enough to deal,
but I am.
Or I wouldn’t be here.
I will find beauty in pain.
Though it won’t be today, here I am,
holding on to what I cannot see.
After all that has passed,
After I have cried my last,
there will be beauty from my pain.
- originofanewspecies posted this