Lost Poem by Raven Lin

Isn't life a journey of finding ourselves?
No. I would say...
Life is a trip of loss.

From the first cry
To the last smile
We all lost
what we once believed in.
We all gave
what we promised to never let go.

The sun rises and sets
so do the moon and stars.
Birds sing and dance
so do trees and rivers.
Time flew
As we tried to hold on every broken pieces.

Perhaps
Just perhaps
What can last to the end
worth ever single tear.