You've changed so much,
haven't you?
Look at you,
going from crawling
to running,
from saying nothing,
to saying everything.
Growing up isn't so bad
after all.
You've climbed falling mountains
to get this far,
you've hit rock bottom,
and gotten back up again.
You went from tears
of terror and hopelessness,
to smiles
of peace and hope.
Pick yourself up,
my darling angel,
as you have always done.
You cannot stop
your heart from throbbing,
but you can choose
to keep it beating.
The cracks may always
be there,
but it doesn't make it
any less strong.
cross your heart and hope to live
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoetryThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)