There were days I almost gave up,
When nothing fit, and dreams broke up.
I held my breath through nights so long,
Unsure if I was weak or strong.
Some friendships faded, some hopes fell,
And still I whispered, “all is well.”
Not every plan is turned out just right,
But somehow I still found my light.
I made mistakes, I lost my way,
But grew a little every day.
It wasn\'t smooth, it wasn\'t neat,
Some battles knocked me off my feet.
But endings came, and peace came too,
And things I feared just helped me grow.
The hurt, the doubt, the letting go,
All shaped a strength I didn\'t know.
So let them say when stories swell,
She rose, she lived, and all was well.
- Angelica Dsouza.