47 - ICE

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For the old me...
it would have been difficult...
I've always loved summer,
while I now live in winter...

I wish the breeze wouldn't freeze here
I wish it could be a little free here
But I know, I need to pay some respect
to whomever left me here and fled

My hats off to them
'cause of which now I can
be a little more stronger; indeed
my hater turned out to be my founder.

I am actually so glad he came
I'd be sad, if there was no one to blame
for the me who had now become—  
For the me who had now gone.

A layer that could be easily pierced
I was before
After what he did to me,
he changed me from the very core

He strengthened my resolve for who I was now
I wasn't one from the past, no more;
I was different, I had grown;
I had my heart frozen, I wasn't staying low;


Just a little colder,
Just a little bolder...
I was ice
  
Not letting myself be anyone's dice...










(Story of an ice-cube!)





— It's difficult, I know.

— You are having a tough time, I know.

— But hey, you are not the only one.

— Tough times are what makes you stronger.

— If you look back, you are no more the person who would cry at little things...

— You have grown. And you should be thankful to all the troubles you have been through. 

— They make you what YOU are. They are what made you this strong. 

— And trust me, you can be far more stronger than that! ♥


 "HAVE FAITH IN YOURSELF!"








Dedicated to: Sim-AntinI
Thanks for dedicating a poem to me. I am indebted to you. Hope you enjoy this one! :))

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