It's Not That Bad Poem by Tears From A Soldiers Eyes

Just when it feels like you've given your last breath,
When life keeps swinging and leaves you bruised to death.
When every step feels heavy, every road feels steep,
And the nights grow long because your heart won't sleep.

These moments cut deep, they test your will to stand,
You're tired of fighting storms you don't understand.
You clench your jaw, you breathe through the pain,
Wondering if holding on is worth the strain.

But stay.
Even when the wind won't let you see.

This storm was never meant to be your eternity.
It's a chapter, not the whole story you'll read,
A season that breaks you just enough to help you heal and believe.

What would joy even mean if sorrow never came?
How would sunshine matter without knowing the rain?
After the ache, after the fall, after the sad—
Hold on one second longer… here comes your glad.

No matter who you are—son, daughter, mother, or dad,
You're stronger than the voice that says it's all bad.
You've survived every hard day you've ever had,
So breathe… remind yourself—
It's not the end. It's not that bad.