“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.