Like waves on the ocean, we rise and fall.
We live a life of endless chances for those who try.
But even when we try, we won't always fly.
Sometimes we soar, sometimes we stumble,
but what truly matters is who's there through it all.
When you tumble down the hill and find a hole,
remember the truth: you are never alone.
If you open your heart and your mind,
eventually you'll find those who care—
the ones who stay, even on the darkest days.
To those who never left, I owe so much.
I know I've said things I regret, but
thank you for giving me a chance to glow,
for letting me grow and helping me know
what real support, love, and kindness are.
Thank you for every opportunity,
for all the encouragement you've given me.
I hope I can give all that back—
be there when you fall,
offer a hand,
and lift you up through it all.
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoesíaThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
