Poem One

I found the sun in the middle of winter,
and a rose in the middle of a storm
Shelter when hail fell from the sky,
and though Life's wind chill was bitter, I was warm
Tired but trying,
harmed but bold,
Often covered by soil,
but decorated with chips of gold
Sore, sometimes hopeless,
Alone and sometimes unfilled,
But crafted with great beauty,
and exceptional skill
I found a candle in the midst of darkness, 
and courage in the middle of a riot...
And there, I decided to keep fighting,
to keep going,
to keep loving,
and to never keep quiet.

For you: 
You are strong. You are worth it. You can do it. Keep fighting.


PoetryJulia NusbaumComment