Stop for a second.
And look at how far you've come.
Sometimes the best way to get through,
Is to remember all you've been through.
Remember how your world came crushing down,
Then remember how you pulled through.
What you are seeing now is just a roadblock,
That's all it is, a barrier, a hurdle.
You will get through,
One way or another.
This is just one storm,
That will eventually pass.
At some point,
The rain has to eventually stop.
And the night, has to turn into morning.
EHS
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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