Seasons come and seasons go
But, whatever happens, always know
At the end of the day,
You're still you,
And no accusations or manipulations will ever change that.
You might get lost a bit along the way
Amidst the swirling winds, ice, and snow,
But, one day, when the time is right,
You'll look up
And realize, you'd found yourself in the midst of the fight.
YOU ARE READING
Hopeful
PoetryA collection of (kind of) poetry of mine. I guess you could say that these are kind of written to myself as little bits of encouragement. Life isn't always full of rocks and hard places and sometimes that reminder is needed in the form of writing...
