This is the part of the story
where all I can think of is a better end.
This is the part where all I can
hope for is lost.
Ever wondered that when the very
people you’d expect to support you more and give you their arms strength to
hold on to surrendered to demise yet so atypical.
I turn unto them only to be given
up for good. Not a chance of survival.
I gather strength close to
darkness. Shedding what better light I can provide.
This is the time. This is my
test.
When the very choice of being
brave, of passing an obstacle and of being strong.
This is the hurdle I was bound to
overcome.
I am moving on. I have to. Everything
is worth the try.
The story I wish to end is not on
this chapter.
I will have a good epilogue. A
fruitful close to a dusty beginning.
I am strong. I am. For love.
