“Grateful when you are lost; how much you think it costs. Gain you will, in pain ;just wait for the melting frost. Believe. No hurt is more; than what you can still endure. There will always be a sunshine, to drench you, leave you pure.. Your heart when broke, may bleed, it bleeds the color red. Were you that naive? you thought, this life as a roses bed. The twists, the wrath, the curse. Could it be any worse? Pull yourself together; walk out of this with valour.. While you still have time and courage; straighten up your collar.. Rise out of the dirt; you thought, it was your grave. No, you are not buried until hope, up you gave’ Published in Daily Times, April 25th 2018.