Bittersweet Poem by Quinn Hartley

Bittersweet

When I am in the deepest pit,
I remember not the highest summit.
When I feel blissful, I admit,
I remember not my helpless plummet.

Life itself is bittersweet,
Just always look ahead.
It will never be an easy feat,
For bliss hangs on a shaky thread.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I wrote this when I was twelve.
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