|I have learned to grow stronger on my own. and i have never felt as good as i do now.
A poem I fell in love with when I heard it
I was shattered into pieces left in a dark room,
I stayed in silence hoping that the door would
open and one day
That door opened. And a person walked through,
noticing me. That person took each piece in their
Valuing each one, pay close attention to each
one of my broken pieces with kindness.
And as that person gathered each piece with
such affection, That person repaired me, slowly
I became whole again. And once I was fixed
that person took me away from the that dark
Placing me on their shelf where I could watch
and see that person from afar and smile as that
person smiled too with their life moving forward.
In the ever ending struggle of life, may the embers
of wish turn to a raging flame of hope that will
light the way in that dark path they struggle with,
that the light grow and out cast that dark feeling
of defeat and wake you to the world hidden by the