All’s Well That Ends Well.

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.

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